"Slap—"
This heavy slap landed, and a darkness descended on Eastern Young Master's face, as if ice could drip from it.
For a moment.
He endured the burning sensation on his face; he had been slapped.
Slapped?
By this little woman... slapped???
"You..."
"What's wrong with me?" She withdrew her hand, feeling refreshed. Seeing his face turn green with rage brought her immense satisfaction. "Mr. Young Master, I've said it before, I'll return this tenfold. You didn't believe it yourself, so don't blame me, hm?"
"Damn little thing!" He forcefully grasped her wrist, hoisting Eva Nightingale onto his shoulder with just one hand. "Eva Bennett, if I don't deal with you, then I'm not Eastern Young Master!"
It was the first time he had been slapped by a woman. He was both angry and excited.
"You're the first woman who dared to lay hands on me."
