The sudden slap had thrown Thomas's head to the side. Everly didn't hold back at all in her heated anger.
Now, an evident handprint marred Thomas's cheek.
He tilted his head and gingerly touched his throbbing cheek, his gaze fixated on Everly, intense and icy. Louis, with a bit of alcohol in his system, rolled up his sleeves and moved forward with a sense of righteousness, "Oh my, where did this woman come from? She must have nerves of steel, actually resorting to physical violence! Do you even know who this is in front of you? He's our..."
However, when he approached and saw Everly, his words died on his lips. He froze in place, paralyzed by shock. His previously numb brain was instantly jolted to full alertness. His face turned to one of horror, and cold sweat began to bead on his bac
