"Slap—"Clara Sanders furiously slapped Evelyn Sherman across the face, so fast that it caught everyone off guard!
"Bitch, do you think just because Mr. Chester has held you, you are his woman? Today, I will teach you a lesson so that you know I, Clara Sanders, am not someone of your lowly status to mess with!"
Having said that, Clara raised her hand again.
Evelyn was about to retaliate when a strong arm suddenly grabbed Clara's hand in the blink of an eye.
The next second, Clara screamed in agony!
"Ah! My hand..."
"... "Evelyn looked up and saw Chester Yale, who appeared like a god out of nowhere.
His enchanting face was filled with rage, like a demon from the dark night.
His demonic pupils glanced over Evelyn's rapidly swelling face and glared at Clara before him.
Gripping her hand tightly without a sound, he almost crushed Clara's wrist!
"Ah—"Clara screamed again painfully.
