I wouldn’t take him if someone paid me.
He hadn’t expected it, and the punch sent blood gushing from his nose.
The room erupted into chaos. I tossed my bag aside and headed for the door, but hands grabbed at me from all directions.
Ethan, one hand pressed to his bleeding nose, pointed at me with the other, his voice sharp with rage.
“Get her!
“She dared hit me—teach her a lesson she won’t forget!”
A mob surged forward. They clawed at my dress, and with a sharp rip, the million-dollar gown Daniel Hughes had given me tore open at the seam.
My gaze turned icy.
“Get your filthy hands off me. You couldn’t repay this dress if we sold you for parts.”
They only laughed louder, ignoring my warning. Blows began to rain down—fists, slaps—until I was buried in a haze of dull, numbing pain.
I don’t know how long it went on before Sophia stepped forward, planting her heel on my hand and grinding down hard.
Her voice dripped venom.
“Sis, weren’t you always so arrogant? Let’s see how arrogant you can be now.”
She wanted me to suffer here. Years ago, I’d beaten her so badly she’d ended up with a fractured shin. She’d never let it go.
Now her eyes gleamed with vindictive pleasure.