Mrs. Monroe knew she had been played tonight, and she was already seething.
It was one thing for Joyce Monroe to yell at her, but now a step-granddaughter with no blood relation to the Monroe family dared to toy with her and lord it over her.
'Who the hell does she think she is? The nerve!'
So, in a fit of rage, she raised her hand to slap her again!
But the slap never landed. Zoe Monroe grabbed her wrist.
The finger picks on Zoe's hand hadn't been fully removed. Although the tips of the guzheng picks were rounded, they were still sharp. As Zoe squeezed, the picks dug into Mrs. Monroe's wrist, making her grunt in pain.
"Miss Zoe, what are you doing!" Kane tried to step forward to help.
But one look from Zoe Monroe sent her scurrying back.
Those eyes seemed to say:
'If you take one step closer, I'll slap you.'
