Daniel's eyes were fixed on the girl who had slapped him. He was still stunned that a random person could have the audacity to lay their filthy hands on him. Of course, he knew who she was—not that he gave a damn—but to actually slap him was aggravating.
Draven would have confronted her, but Daniel tapped him gently on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. The fuming girl in the corner was still trembling from their earlier exchange. The sheer disrespect was grating.
"You piece of shit, aren't you listening to me?" Beatrice roared, screaming like a deranged woman before bending to pick up her heels and hurl them at Daniel. He dodged, and the shoes crashed into the window behind him.
"Oops. Not only are you useless, but your aim is pathetic—that's why you couldn't even get yourself a man. It must be painful losing your so-called lover to his fellow man. You must feel stupid." Daniel clapped back, his eyes daring the pathetic figure before him to make another move.
