Just as Evelyn Morgan's palm was about to land on Candice Sinclair's face, a Hermès bag slammed hard into the back of her head.
She cried out in pain, instinctively clutching her head.
Her teeth gnashed and her eyes widened in fury as she spun around.
SLAP!
But turning around only earned her a vicious slap across the face.
It left her head ringing and her vision swimming with stars.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.
"Evelyn Morgan, you're the one who's courting death!"
The words were accompanied by a voice as chilling as if it had come from the depths of Hell.
It was Holly Sinclair.
Evelyn Morgan froze, then snapped her head up to meet Holly Sinclair's murderous gaze—a look that wished for her death by a thousand cuts.
Miss Morgan, who had been arrogant and willful for thirty years and had never feared anyone, now found herself stumbling backward, terrified by Holly's stare.
She...
Her eyes were like poisoned daggers, sending a chill down the spine.
