Smack—crisp slap ringing out!
Aurelia Shaw's hand lashed out again, landing on Alison's left cheek.
Alison's raised hand froze midair. Her face buzzed numb, her mouth filled with a metallic taste, her throat reeking of blood.
Today, she'd actually taken two slaps from Aurelia Shaw!
Alison couldn't swallow it. She'd changed her face, spent over a year lying low in M Nation, all for one fatal strike at Aurelia.
Yesterday her scheme blew up, today she came to settle the score, and ended up getting slapped twice.
And it was right under everyone's eyes! On top of that, Aurelia had gotten a handle on her.
A cold, sinister glint flashed in Alison's eyes, her hatred for Aurelia burning even hotter.
Aurelia looked at Alison, her gaze cool, cool with contempt. Her blood‑red lips moved, and her voice, calm but razor‑sharp, carried more than enough intimidation:
