Smack!
The bodyguard staggered back several steps from the heavy slap, nearly losing his balance.
Half of his face instantly swelled up, a clear handprint mirroring the one on the other cheek.
Liam Grant's eyes were dark and threatening as he snapped, "I told you to protect Ava Collins. This is what you call protection? Something happened, and not only did you fail to inform me immediately—you lied to cover it up! You're all useless!"
He hadn't lost his temper this badly in a long time.
His handsome face was stormy, and the air around him was so heavy it was suffocating.
The room was dead silent.
No one dared to make a sound.
The bodyguard quickly realized the gravity of the situation and began slapping himself furiously, each slap echoing sharply through the room.
