The store clerk stumbled back when I shoved her, crashing into the display window. Her forehead hit the glass, leaving a red mark.
She held her forehead, glaring at me with gritted teeth. "You poor brute! And violent, too! I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of all women! Don't think we're easy to bully!"
As she shouted, she lunged at me, her hands swinging as she tried to fight me.
"What are you doing?" A cold voice sounded from behind us, laced with displeasure.
The clerk and I turned simultaneously to see a well-dressed lady approaching us.
The woman looked to be in her forties or fifties, adorned in expensive jewelry that screamed wealth. She was well-maintained, with a smooth, wrinkle-free face.
Beside her was someone I knew all too well, Boris.
"Mrs. Ayden," the clerk ex
