"You got off easy with just a slap," Louis said casually, wiping away invisible dirt from his sleeve. His action was refined, with barely hidden disdain in his eyes.
In an instant, Madelyn fell from cloud nine to rock bottom. It took her some time to process this sudden shift. Covering her face, she pretended not to know and asked, "Louis, why did you hit me? What did I do wrong?"
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, ready to overflow.
"You know exactly what you did last night. If there's a next time, it won't be just a slap," Louis answered coldly before turning away.
With a sense of finality, he opened the car door and smoothly slid into the seat. Soon after, Lucas and the assistant arrived, and they all got in. Lucas revved the engine, and the car came to life. Exhaust fumes swirled around Madelyn's legs in a scornful haze as the car sped off, leaving her covered in dust and embarrassed.