Lennox had met a fair share of women in the twenty-six years of his life, but he had never met a woman as frightening as her. Not even his mother, who was known to be an aloof socialite, had this aura emanating from her. This young woman looked as if she'd experienced a lot of grievances and bitterness in life, not seeing the world behind rose-tinted glasses like others.
"Woman, you dare to hit me?!" He growled at her in rage.
No one had the guts to humiliate him like this, and he was shocked by the stinging pain on his cheek. However, that was enough to bring some sense to him, realizing how foolish his words had been earlier.
"Ha! So you still have some energy to scold me? Why don't you use that energy to hunt your enemies instead?" The young woman scoffed and looked down at him.
