"A misunderstanding?"
Young Master Axel sneered, tilting his head as he gave Raymie a sidelong glance before bringing the ashtray down on his head again with a crack. "Since when do you decide what's a misunderstanding?"
A fresh trickle of blood streaked down Raymie's forehead, but the guy was surprisingly tough—still conscious despite the blows, swaying slightly before straightening up.
"Y-you okay?" Lia rushed forward, pulling out a tissue to dab at the blood on Raymie's face.
The other classmates watched with uneasy concern. After all, Raymie was the most successful among them, a man with connections and status. To be humiliated twice in front of everyone, even with Young Master Axel's entourage looming, was too much for Raymie to swallow.
Gritting his teeth, he adjusted his collar
