"You were the one who hit her." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
Charlotte Allison's voice was icy, and her eyes were even colder as she loosened the cuff of her sleeve.
"Heh, that's right, I hit this whore. Daring to steal my man, if I don't slash her face today, I'm not a Harrington!" Miss Harrington raised her chin in a provocative manner, glaring at Charlotte's pretty face with extreme displeasure.
"Charlotte..."
"Slap—"
The bar manager, sensing trouble, had just opened his mouth when he watched in disbelief as Mr. Allison loosened his suit sleeve and delivered a slap.
It was fast and ruthless.
Miss Harrington and her people were dumbfounded.
The bar manager just wanted to hold his head in his hands.
This lady has always been tough and not much of a talker!
Before this Miss Harrington even started mixing around, he, who had managed several bars, had seen Mr. Allison smash up quite a few venues and then leave a check to compensate.
