“Harvey…”

Yoana instinctively wanted to stop Harvey, but it was already too late.

Edwin, on the other hand, stayed back and crossed his arms to enjoy the show.

Christian rubbed his face, and then returned to his senses.

“How dare you hit me again, Harvey York?” he snarled, gnashing his teeth.

“Do you have a death wish?!”

“What? I can’t hit you?”

Harvey was emotionless, as if he had little regard for the situation at hand.

“Why don’t you try another slap in the face?”

“You’re dead, brat