Taming The Possessive Girl

The possessive girl couldn’t be controlled easily. “Here’s 100 yuan as your payment. Be careful with it.” Trying to exploit the ruler of this territory and expecting to walk away unscathed? That’s absolutely impossible!

She had a fierce grip on what belonged to her, unwilling to let anyone take what was rightfully hers without consequences. The money might seem insignificant, but the principle behind it was everything. Crossing her meant facing her wrath—no exceptions.

Her dominance over the city wasn’t just about power; it was about respect. Those who underestimated her learned their lesson the hard way. A mere hundred yuan wasn’t the issue—it was the audacity to challenge her authority.

She wouldn’t tolerate such disrespect. If someone thought they could take advantage and slip away unnoticed, they were sorely mistaken. The streets whispered her name for a reason—she always made sure justice was served.

Her rules were simple: cross her, and pay the price. No negotiations, no mercy. The city bowed to her will, and those who didn’t would soon regret their defiance. A hundred yuan was nothing compared to the cost of defiance.

She wasn’t just possessive—she was relentless. Every move she made was calculated, ensuring no one dared to question her control. The money was just a symbol—the real message was clear: challenge her, and suffer the consequences.

Her reputation wasn’t built on kindness but on the fear she instilled in those who thought they could outsmart her. A hundred yuan might seem trivial, but in her world, it was a test of loyalty—one that many failed.

She ruled with an iron grip, and those who tried to cheat her quickly learned their mistake. The city was hers, and no one could take that away. The money was just the beginning—her vengeance would be far worse.

Underestimating her was the biggest mistake anyone could make. She didn’t just demand respect—she enforced it. A hundred yuan was nothing compared to the price of betrayal in her eyes.

The streets belonged to her, and those who forgot that soon remembered—permanently. The money was a warning, not a gift. Cross her, and there would be no second chances.