Chapter 132

The sharp crack of a slap echoed through the hallway.

Sebastian Royston staggered back from the blow, his back slamming against the wall.

He pressed a trembling hand to his stinging left cheek, blood seeping between his fingers.

Evelyn Laurent shook out her numb palm with deliberate calm.

"With skin this thick, no wonder you dared to threaten me."

Her razor-sharp gaze sliced toward Sophia Lowell cowering behind Sebastian.

These two snakes coiled together always meant trouble.

But what infuriated her most was Sebastian's blatant threats.

Car accident? Fall from a building?

He was signing her death warrant.

A glacial glint flashed in Evelyn's eyes.

If someone was begging for death, she'd gladly deliver it early.

Ethan Sullivan chuckled low, the shadows lifting from his brow.

He watched Evelyn's display with keen interest.

The little wildcat's claws were sharper than he'd imagined.

Sebastian's face darkened, his lips twisting into a sneer.

"Do you know what happens to those who touch me? When Ethan tires of you—"

Crack!

Another slap silenced his threat.

Evelyn flexed her wrist, eyes dripping with disdain.

"Do you know what happens to those who touch me?"

Sebastian's cheek swelled instantly, blood trickling from his lip.

He glared at Evelyn with murderous intent.

Sophia trembled in the corner like a frightened mouse.

She never imagined Evelyn would dare strike the third son of the Sullivan family.

The little bitch had lost her mind!

Ethan stepped forward with a jade-smooth smile.

"Third Brother, your health is fragile. Don't collapse at Father's birthday banquet."

He offered a handkerchief with false concern. "How unlucky to drop dead here."

Sebastian's temple pulsed with rage, fists clenched white-knuckled.

He finally shoved the handkerchief away and stormed off.

Sophia hesitated, craving more drama, but fled when Evelyn's lethal stare promised another beating.