The temperature in the room seemed to drop as Mabel Sean's face turned icy cold. Her powerful presence visibly intimidated Nola O'Connor, who despite her typically fearless demeanor, found herself momentarily speechless.
"I... I said, what does this have to do with you?!" Nola finally managed to stutter out, clinging to her defiance.
Mabel fixed Nola with a glacial stare. "You said he is lowly?"
"That's right, he is lowly!" Nola snorted.
The sound of a slap echoed through the room before Nola could even register what happened. A clear red handprint bloomed on her cheek.
Mabel Sean had slapped her across the face!
Nola covered her burning cheek, momentarily stunned. Nobody had ever struck her like this before.
"You...you dared to hit me?" Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"If you dare to talk nonsense again," Mabel replied coldly, "I will tear your mouth apart so that you will never be able to speak again."
