Asher Keating steadily lifted Leah Sinclair into his arms. He looked at the crowd of reporters, his voice laced with ice. "Who pushed her?"
The reporters exchanged glances. The situation had been too chaotic; no one knew who had pushed her. When no one answered, Asher Keating's lips curved into a slight smile. "Sean Yates, give each of these reporters a red envelope. For their medical expenses."
"Yes, sir."
At first, the reporters didn't understand what he meant. But as Asher carried Leah out of the crowd, Sean Yates stepped forward and twisted the nearest reporter's wrist. The man let out a howl of pain, and only then did the others realize what was happening.
'Asher Keating is going to have all of their wrists broken.'
Without a word, Louise Holt also went up, grabbed the hand of the reporter closest to her, and snapped it.
