He pushed himself up from the floor, covering his bleeding nose and shouting angrily, "What the hell is wrong with you? How dare you hit me? Do you even know who I am? I'm Dylan!"
"Never heard of you," Elizabeth replied casually.
Suddenly, she stepped forward and slapped him across the face—again and again.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
His face swelled up instantly like a balloon, ears ringing from the blows.
The crowd instinctively backed away, afraid they'd get dragged into the mess—no one dared step in.
Dylan blinked in disbelief, his face flushing with rage. "I'm the second son of the Jensen family, you clueless mutt! Get on your knees and apologize! I'll skin you alive!"
The Jensens were a high-ranking family among the elites; he was convinced this woman would beg for
