Then, a stinging pain suddenly spread across his handsome face.
A five-finger red mark appeared instantly on Benjamin Grant's face.
By the time he came back to his senses, Eva Nightingale's figure had already vanished from sight; she had entered the VIP room.
"Eva!!" Benjamin Grant gritted his teeth. That slap was truly painful.
"Mr. Grant, are you alright?" A server approached. After all, Benjamin Grant was a frequent VIP guest here, and due to the Grant Family's influence, the staff dared not offend him, treating him with the same respectful attention.
"How can I be fine?" Benjamin Grant's face was ashen. Eva Nightingale had truly changed, daring to disrespect him in front of so many people and even giving him such a stinging slap.
…
Isabelle Nightingale finished her SPA and stepped out of the private room, only to find that Benjamin Grant was already gone.
"Where's Benjamin?"
Server: "Miss Nightingale, Mr. Grant has just left."
