"Snap—" Unwilling to waste her breath, she raised her hand and slapped her hard.
"Ah!" Daphne Yansford's face was hit at an angle.
The slap came too swiftly and forcefully, knocking her face aside. Clutching her face, she began to cry, "Hao… she hit me!"
"Candice Yansford, do you have a death wish?" He stood up, walked over, and gently wrapped his arm around Daphne's waist.
Comforting her, "It's okay, I'll have someone take you to get treated."
An indistinct hint of satisfaction flashed in Daphne's eyes.
The bodyguard took her away for treatment.
*
"Speak up, what exactly do you want?" She laughed instead of getting angry.
He loved Daphne Yansford so much; right now, he must be desperate to devour her, right?
But what can she do? Isn't she supposed to vent her anger by giving two good slaps!
"Kneel and apologize to Water." That's his demand, "Water's face was slapped red by you; you must kneel and apologize." His voice was cold, bone-chilling.
