"Damn you, Li Zhiyan!"
Catherine stood up, kicked her chair away, and stormed toward Li Zhiyan.
With her arms raised, Catherine delivered a slap aimed squarely at Li Zhiyan's face, putting as much force into it as she could muster.
Li Zhiyan even heard the sound of the air splitting. Mentally cursing "bitch," he quickly grabbed Catherine's wrist.
Catherine, who had been expecting the satisfying sound of a slap to land, instead felt sharp pain radiating from her own wrist.
Panicking, she gripped Li Zhiyan's hand, trying to free herself. But when Li Zhiyan suddenly let go, Catherine was flung backward.
She landed hard, her round hips hitting the floor with a solid thud. The spike of pain in her tailbone drained all color from her face.
"Get him! Grab him for me!"