Bang! Evelyn Ross had had enough. She raised her hand and punched the man right in the face. The drunkard, caught off guard, had blood gushing from his nose, dripping onto his suit.
"Sir, don't go too far," Evelyn Ross said, taking advantage of the man's momentary daze. She twisted his wrist, freeing her right hand, and turned to leave.
Clara Sinclair must be coming out soon. She couldn't afford to draw attention to herself; better to find another opportunity to deal with the situation.
"Damn it, you b***h, how dare you hit me!" But the drunkard was far from backing down. Instead, he glared at her with fury, his eyes wide, and grabbed a fistful of Evelyn's hair.
Her scalp throbbed with pain. Evelyn Ross turned back, disheveled and struggling to push him away, but she had lost the initi
