I watched as Kenneth endured a slap from Nola O'Connor without uttering a word, his hand still firmly gripping her wrist.
Unable to break free, Nola angrily glanced back at her bodyguard.
"Noah Seth, teach him a lesson!" she shouted.
The man called Noah stepped forward and delivered a sharp blow to Kenneth's wrist.
With a crisp smack, Kenneth winced in pain and involuntarily released his grip.
"Kenneth, seems like following Woods Walters has made you forget your place," Noah sneered.
Kenneth's expression turned grim as he forced a bitter smile. "Senior Brother, you must admit Miss O'Connor was clearly in the wrong here..."
"I couldn't care less who's right or wrong. Master ordered me to protect her!" Noah replied coldly.
"Stop wasting time and beat him up already!" Nola demanded, raging like a provoked lioness.
I felt my face hardening as my patience wore thin.
"For someone so young, your arrogance is astounding. What kind of upbringing have you had?" I asked coldly.
