Chapter 123
Author: Sunshine
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Zeroing in on Sophia, Hank took a swaggering step forward, booze practically wafting off his breath. His fingers reached for her chin—

Crack! Sophia’s palm struck with a force that echoed around the room like a rifle shot. An angry crimson print blazed across his cheek.

His bravado vanished faster than a tumbleweed in a windstorm.

“You… you dare slap me?” Hank rasped, touching his throbbing cheek.

Sophia’s voice came out cold and calm. “Not only did I slap you, I’m calling the police. You’re nothing but a lecherous creep.”

“Bitch!” Hank spat, his features contorting with fury as he raised his hand to strike back.

Before he could land a blow, Marco stepped up and gave him a hard shove.

“You lowlife piece of trash,” Marco hissed. “You really think you can pull this crap here? Looking to get your skull cracked open?”

Hank stumbled. “You better keep out of this, or you’ll regret it!”

Marco just gave a humorless chuckle. “That a threat? Go on, show me what you’ve got.”

Confident as ever, h
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