“Also, Noelle has a name. Noelle, if anyone dares call you a tomboy again, you don’t need to be polite with them. Just slap them hard. Whoever dares trouble you will answer to me.”

Laurence spoke in a deep voice, his gaze turning icy cold as he swept his eyes across the crowd.

Finally, his gaze returned to Roxy. His voice turned even colder. “Ms. Longbottom, remember this well. Whether Noelle is worthy of me or not is for me to decide, not for you.”

“In my eyes, you’re the one unworthy of me.