"Brother Asher, who are these three ugly people?"
As these words left Rachael's lips, Hilton, Maximus, and Hilton's lapdog were stunned. They were both Nobles; they were anything but ugly.
Hilton's lapdog, named David, immediately acted without wasting a single moment. To him, this was simply crossing the line, so he moved to teach Asher and the girl on his shoulder a lesson.
He blurred forward, his hand streaking toward Rachael's left cheek as he aimed to slap her, regardless of her age. But before his hand could even connect with Rachael's face, David felt a titanic force slam into his own jaw. Like a bullet, his body shot sideways, crashing into tables and drinks that had been arranged by maids and butlers for the gala.
