Anthony's slap left everyone in utter shock.

The crisp, resounding smack pierced through the air of the hotel lobby.

What... What?

A member of the Nevilles was publicly humiliated?

And Anthony struck him instead of standing up for him?

Liam, who had been waiting eagerly to watch Robin's downfall, found himself utterly confused.

He'd never dealt directly with the higher ranks of the Nevilles and had no clue what kind of methods this powerful family might employ. This certainly wasn't what he had expected to happen.

Liam tried to reason tentatively, "Mr. Anthony, Mr. Jacob was only trying to maintain order at the auction ..."

Anthony remained silent as two men from the Nevilles immediately shoved Liam aside.

Anthony pointed at Jacob. "You fool! What gave you the right to call this invitation fake without verifying it through the reader?

"The Nevilles don't operate with such brashness and lack of respect!"

He then directed his icy glare toward the eight attendants in the hall. "Slap their faces."

Instantly, all eight of the beautiful attendants were slapped by the Nevilles' men. Their faces were bloodied.@@novelbin@@

At first, Jacob couldn't understand Anthony's fury.

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