Callum was glaring at Sophia, but he abruptly retracted his gaze. This was his first time seeing that she could be so vicious. He restrained his emotions before barking at Anne, “Stand down!”
His tone was stern and harsh, making Anne realize that Callum was truly angry now. She pursed her lips and said nothing else, but she felt wronged, so her eyes became red-rimmed as tears began to roll down.
This b*stard Sophia; she thinks too highly of herself. Callum will definitely teach her a lesson! She stared ferociously at Sophia, waiting for Callum to make her pay for her actions.
To her surprise, Callum’s cold demeanor from earlier vanished. He smiled and sat down, pushing away the stack of checks before saying, “Sophia, there’s no need to be so angry! Come, have some tea. This is a special Imperial drink that the Yard family has been drinking for generations. I brought it here today especially for you!” He set down his royal tea set, then had a waiter bring water over before he began brewing the tea for Sophia.
Callum stopped brewing the tea and looked up at Sophia. Undoubtedly, he knew who she had meant by ‘her’. Sophia wants to slap Anne? And she wants me, her cousin, to do it?
No matter how foolish Anne was, she was still a part of the Yard family. Slapping her would be a slap to his face!
Callum hesitated. “That’s not a good idea…”
The corners of Sophia’s lips curled up slightly as she turned her head toward Anne. Behind her, Dimon’s hand shot out to slap Anne across her small delicate face. The guy struck with no regard for gender, causing Anne’s nose to bleed on the spot.
At once, the whole place fell silent. Upon seeing this, Callum’s mouth twitched. No one had dared to slap a member of the Yard family before, much less in front of him!
For several seconds, Anne was stunned. She was dizzy from the slap, and her mind was blank. It took a while for her to come back to her senses, and that was when she let out an ear-splitting scream. It was a good thing they were in a private booth, so not many people were around; otherwise, it would have caused a huge commotion.
“You… How dare you hit me?! Sobs… Callum, she hit me! She hit me!”
In an instant, Callum’s face turned sullen. Although he reckoned she deserved the beating, and he could not deny wanting to give her one himself, him doing it would have a completely different connotation as opposed to someone else hitting her.
The atmosphere tensed all of a sudden, and Callum’s men started to act. They reached into their suits, seemingly drawing guns, but as soon as their hands moved, those few burly bodyguards grunted and fell to the ground, sprawling out on their backs.
At this moment, Callum was on high alert as cold sweat beaded his forehead. His men had fallen so suddenly! And without any resistance too!
Anne was terrified as well. At this point, Callum withdrew his kind smile and said gloomily, “Miss Edwards, it seems like you’re shedding all pretenses of cordiality here.”
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