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