Maya Morales's round face showed an aura of fierceness. After hearing his words, her vicious gaze set upon Isabella Svensson, the dainty damsel sitting on the ground.
Just moments before on stage, everyone had seen Isabella making overtures to Maddox Harrington. It was even live-streamed, causing masses online to comment on Isabella being a fan of Maddox.
Isabella looked at Maddox in disbelief, "You, you... it's not me, it's you..."
"You wretch, even daring to touch my man. So fond of stripping clothes, aren't you..."
Maya grabbed Isabella's chin forcefully, her proud and disdainful expression giving off an air of humiliation as if the person before her was nothing more than an ant.
She smacked Isabella across the face. Isabella's cheek instantly swelled up, a visible imprint of a hot hand seen clearly.
Onlookers watched, all of them taking steps back in fear. No one dared to intervene.
Isabella, with blood staining her mouth, sobbed, "It really wasn't me, it wasn't me..."
