Christina kept telling herself to stay calm—she had to stay calm. If she panicked, these Hidden Dragons thugs could easily overpower her without breaking a sweat.

However, Irene was too furious to think straight. She yanked out her phone and snapped, "Finley, you bastard—are you leaving or not? If you don't get out right now, I'm calling the cops! Let's see how you like spending the night in jail!"

Finley let out a mocking laugh. "Call the cops?"

Irene clenched her teeth and said coldly, "Damn right, I am. You animals think you can do whatever you want? You're in my house, trying to force yourselves on my daughter—do you have a death wish?"

Finley's gaze turned ice-cold. Without warning, he swung his hand across her face.

The slap was so brutal that Irene went flying, her phone slipping from her grip and crashing onto the floor, shattering on impact. She did not even have time to cry out—her body hit the ground with a thud, and she passed out instantly.

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