Before he could finish his tirade, a sharp slap landed hard against my face. The sound echoed in the room, and I stumbled to the ground, covering my face, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of my mouth.
I stared at Jeremy, shock coursing through me. His chest heaved with fury, veins popping on his forehead as if he had been personally attacked.
But it was me who had been slandered!
He didn’t just fail to believe me—he didn’t even bother to defend me. Instead, he relished the chance to punish me for something I hadn’t done. It dawned on me: beneath his facade of seriousness lay arrogance, impulsiveness, and a desperate need to save face.
In that moment, I felt like I had peeled back the layers of his true self.
Heather stepped closer to him, a triumphant gleam in her eye. “Do you want to take care of this yourself, or should we let the brothers handle it?”
With a smirk, she rolled up her sleeves and tossed her coat aside.
“What are you waiting for? Come on, then!”
At her command, the people around me closed in, their faces twisted with malice.