Evelyn stood firm, her head held high. "I will never kneel to people like you."
Victoria’s eyes blazed with fury. "You stubborn fool!" She lunged forward, grabbing Evelyn by the hair, yanking her down in an attempt to force her to her knees.
Before she could succeed, a sharp c***k echoed through the grand hall. Lance’s palm collided with Victoria’s face, sending her stumbling backward. The room fell into stunned silence.
Victoria clutched her cheek, disbelief and rage burning in her eyes. "You… You dare—"
Lance’s voice was like steel. "Touch my wife again, and I swear, I will make you regret it."
The atmosphere thickened with tension.
Evelyn turned to Lance, her voice weary but firm. "Let's just leave, Lance. They're not worth it."
Lance’s eyes remained locked on Victoria and Adria
