"William Hans, I've warned you more than once. I don't care what you get up to out there, but you cannot bring prostitutes home."
The newcomer picked up the lace lingerie scattered across the floor and dumped it all into the trash.
"That stench of cheap perfume. Doesn't it make you sick?"
As William stared in astonishment, a pair of high heels rounded the sofa.
The woman switched on the ventilation fan.
The two girls in the bedroom came running out too. They seemed to have heard the woman's complaints, launching a high-decibel assault the moment they appeared.
"Who are you calling a prostitute?!"
"You damned bitch!"
Both shouted and moved to attack. The first had barely charged forward before the woman slapped her onto the sofa, while the second had her little toe stomped on and collapsed to the floor in pain.
"Are you just going to watch while your wife is left helpless and alone?!"
Having dealt with his flings, the woman pursed her lips at William.
This whole scenario was so chaotic that William no longer knew where to begin picking it apart.
You call that helpless and alone?
Besides, why is she my wife in this dream?
William blinked, studying the strikingly aggressive face before him.
"...Casey?"
"Who's Casey?"
Kate Kane frowned.
William's words and behavior had already touched a nerve.
"We've been married for almost a year. You could at least get my name right... Forget it. That doesn't matter. The press conference starts in an hour. Hurry up and get dressed."
"So you're the younger sister? God, are you real or imaginary?"
The Mad Hatter's hypnosis dragged everyone within its range into the same dream. William had reason to suspect that this part of the scenario was entirely driven by Kate's brainwaves.
In reality,