"Yes, Mr. North." The bodyguard was obedient, stepped forward, and slapped the woman who was spewing profanities.
A slap landed on the woman with the foulest mouth.
Instantly, five red fingerprints appeared.
Her whole face swelled up, ruining her makeup.
Another slap followed.
How could anyone dare to defame his woman like that? How could anyone dare to slander her like that?
Besides, he’s already planning to reveal Miss’s identity at next month’s New York gathering!
Once it’s disclosed, she’ll be the First Lady.
An official and legitimate First Lady that every woman in the country envies!
These women really don’t know what’s good for them.
However, it seemed there were still some people displeased: "Did we hit the nail on the head! That woman really is cheap!"
"Ah, you’re hitting us, you’ll be skinned for this... truly shameful!"
The bodyguard delivered another heavy slap:
Lucas Knight held Eva Nightingale’s hand.
They walked some distance, and Lucas suddenly took out his phone and called Harry North.
"Harry, reward them with some glass bottles! A lot of them!"
After receiving the call, Harry was momentarily stunned, then sent a few bodyguards who quickly brought many wine glass bottles, smashing them directly on the ground.
The glass bottles shattered directly on the ground into small, incredibly sharp pieces.
"Grab them and throw them onto the glass shards!"
The bodyguards obliged and moved in.
"Ah, don’t grab me! Don’t grab us!" Those glass shards were so sharp, being thrown onto them would skin them alive!
If their faces got cut, it would ruin them.
Their lives would be over, they thought more and more fearfully, previously defiant, now desperately begging for mercy.
Harry gave two choices: "First, kneel on it yourself, smack your own mouth."
"Second, I’ll have someone throw you onto it. At that time, who knows if your face or something else will hit first."
"..." The faces of the women turned extremely ugly.
Tonight’s events would surely escalate.
When the old lady found out... they’d be finished, after all, Harry was an insider here, and they were nobodies.
Thus, they knelt down!
Quite a few people saw a group of women kneeling beside the garden, bleeding knees, glass embedded in their flesh...
Just looking at it gave people the creeps, and they were all slapping their own faces.
Huh, who did those women offend? Truly pitiful!
Eva Nightingale wanted to turn around to look at those women.
But, a pair of large hands covered her eyes: "Don’t look."
He wouldn’t allow her to turn and look.
That bloody scene, he didn’t want her to see.
"Hubby, why are you covering my eyes?" She pried his hands open.
She wanted to turn around to take a look, or maybe go beat up those women a bit.
However, he just pulled her away, even covering her eyes now!
What was he trying to do?
In the end, he just coldly said again: "Be good, don’t look back."
Her wrist was grasped by him again, his strength so great that it made her wrist swollen!
Just ahead was the banquet hall.
He walked straight forward, gripping her small hand, leading her inside and directly up to the second floor of the banquet hall.
The attendees had all arrived.
The old lady was resting in the second-floor lounge.
Lucas Knight escorted her straight to the second floor and entered the lounge.