"Yes, Mr. North." The bodyguard was obedient, stepped forward, and slapped the woman who was spewing profanities.
"Slap"
"Slap"
A slap landed on the woman with the foulest mouth.
Instantly, five red fingerprints appeared.
Her whole face swelled up, ruining her makeup.
"Slap"
Another slap followed.
Who is our master?
How could anyone dare to defame his woman like that? How could anyone dare to slander her like that?
Besides, he's already planning to reveal Miss's identity at next month's New York gathering!
Once it's disclosed, she'll be the First Lady.
An official and legitimate First Lady that every woman in the country envies!
These women really don't know what's good for them.
However, it seemed there were still some people displeased: "Did we hit the nail on the head! That woman really is cheap!"
"Ah, you're hitting us, you'll be skinned for this... truly shameful!"
The bodyguard delivered another heavy slap:
"Slap!"
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Lucas Knight held Eva Nightingale's hand.
