However, just as Esther Churchill had finished speaking...
Standing beside Victoria, Hank Clegg's expression darkened.
"Hold your tongue. Do you know what your saying?" His voice was not loud, but it was deep and held an intimidating power.
Esther was startled, only noticing the man standing close to Victoria now.
This man was so unusually handsome, his presence as majestic as a deity. Just a word from him was enough to take her breath away.
She realized she had messed with the wrong person. Immediately averting her gaze, a touch of resentment could be seen in her eyes.
"Vixen," she murmured through gritted teeth.
"Excuse me?" Even though she had barely whispered, to the point where she could hardly hear herself, Hank Clegg heard her clearly.
Esther shivered again.
"I... I didn't say anything..." she hurriedly shook her head.
"Who is the vixen? Repeat what you just said." Hank Clegg demanded, his voice heavy with intimidation.
