Suddenly, an ear-piercing sound rang out, and Yara King froze, covering her aching cheek in disbelief.
Could the usually soft and innocent Cherish Turner actually hit her?!
"Cherish Turner, how dare you hit me?" Yara King turned her head and looked at Cherish angrily.
"I said, apologize!"
Cherish insisted.
At once, Yara was furious. She was a young lady from a wealthy family, and couldn't tolerate being bullied by such a poor girl. As she prepared to grab Cherish's hair, her outstretched hand was seized by a strong, broad palm!
"What the hell, let go of me! Today, I must teach this stinky girl a lesson…"
But the grip on her hand did not loosen.
Yara, angered, turned her head to see William Griffith!
"President Griffith?"
The people around them had already respectfully stepped aside, but couldn't help gossipping about the scene.
William gave Yara a cold glance, tightened his grip on her hand involuntarily, and she almost cried from the pain.
