Clara hadn’t expected anyone to insult her. Her face turned crimson.
“Bitch, who do you think you are!”
She raised her hand to hit me, but I grabbed her and flung her aside.
Clara nearly lost her mind.
She screamed at the door:
“Are you all dead? Get in here and teach this slut a lesson!”
At once, seven or eight bodyguards rushed in.
The customers and Sophie’s classmates panicked and hid at the back.
I shielded Sophie and snapped:
“I’m the CEO of Ocean Palace Buffet. If you lay a finger on me, you’ll regret it.”
The bodyguards hesitated, intimidated by my authority.
But Clara shrieked:
“You idiots, she’s nothing! Beat this mother and daughter to death if you have to. Edward Shaw will back me up!”
A chill ran through me, but I didn’t flinch.
I discreetly pressed the emergency call button on my phone and glared coldly at Clara.
She faltered for a moment under my stare, but then straightened again, emboldened by her ties to Edward.
“Stop bluffing. In New York, nobody dares touch me!”
She gestured, and the bodyguards raised their clubs and charged at us.
I threw myself over Sophie, taking blow after blow.
After a dozen strikes, my face was ashen, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth.