Meanwhile, in one of the private rooms inside the Martinez family residence, the air felt heavy, thick with unspoken fury.
Then,
Smack!
The slap sound was sharp and violent, echoing against the walls like a gunshot. It rang so loudly that even the crystal chandelier above seemed to tremble in response.
Natalie Martinez staggered back, her head snapping to the side.
A burning sensation exploded across her cheek, spreading fast, as if thousands of ants were crawling beneath her skin.
She lifted her hand instinctively, touching her face with trembling fingers.
It felt hot and swollen.
Her gaze slowly rose to meet her father's.
Blake Martinez stood before her, tall and unmoving, his expression carved from ice.
At that moment, he did not look like a powerful businessman or the head of the Martinez family. He looked like death itself, silent and merciless.
"You useless daughter," Blake said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.
