Chapter 8

Blood fell, and Sarah's scream of pain filled the room. She clutched her ear, but the crimson liquid still seeped through her fingers.

Lance jumped in shock, stepping back and pulling Sarah farther away from me.

I let out a cold snort. "You think you're worthy of wearing this?"

Then I shot Lance a glare and said, "She should consider it a compliment I slapped her. Has she even looked at herself? What gives her the right to challenge me?"

Just then, Michael pushed open the door after finishing his call. He raised an eyebrow, surprised to find two unexpected guests in the room at this moment.

The sight of Michael made Sarah recoil like a mouse spotting a cat. Despite the pain, she scrambled behind Lance, desperately seeking shelter.

Michael walked over to me. When he saw the red mark on my face, his usual smile slipped from his features. His face hardened.

He called for the waiter and asked for a bag of ice, which he handed to me for the swelling. Then, turning toward Sarah, his