Chapter 387
When it comes to slapping people, Celeste is quite experienced.
After all, she once used Kaylee to practice her skills.
So with one slap, Angel’s ears rang.
“He’s drunk. Are you drunk too?” Celeste’s face was icy cold, “How can you have no sense of propriety?”
“How dare you hit me!” Angel covered her face, and raised her hand to retaliate, but Mason, next to Celeste, grabded her wrist before she can. Seizing the opportunity, Celeste landed another slap.
“Why can’t I hit you? As an older sister, is there a problem scolding a younger sister who doesn’t know her limits? You knew he was drunk. Why didn’t you avoid him?”
After saying this, she slapped Angel again, striking her hard.
Angel’s head was spinning, her face bruised. Protected by Shawn all her life, when has Celeste ever dared to lay a finger on her? Did she go crazy today?
She wanted to fight back, but she can’t break free from Mason’s hold.
Frustrated, she said, “Let go of me!”
Mason casually replied, “Ms. Angel, let’s talk it out. Fighting is not classy.”
Angel’s mouth twitched in anger.
Hitting people is not classy, but why didn’t he stop Celeste? Only stopping her, letting Celeste hit her?
Is it not classy when she does it, but alright when Celeste does?
What a way to break up a fight!
Celeste hit her with five slaps, and Mason finally stopped her after her palm begins to tingle.
“Let’s check on Liam first.”
Celeste clenched her fists.
She looked sternly at Angel and bent down to pick up the belt and tie from the ground.
Angel’s face was already swelling up, and as soon as Mason let go, she tried to pounce on Celeste to settle the score.
Mason calmly reminded her, “Ms. Angel, making a scene will do you no good either.”
Angel stopped in her tracks.
Mason continued, “Liam hates being schemed against. Think about it, making a scene will only end badly for you, like those who have done something similar.”
Angel retracted her hand, tightly clenching her fist, shooting Mason a glare before picking up the jacket from the ground and quickly leaving the
scene.
Celeste took a deep breath and roughly buttoned up Liam’s shirt.
The lipstick mark on Liam’s chest was distressing, reminding Celeste of what Angel had done there.
She grabbed Liam’s tie and vigorously rubbed it on his chest. His skin turned red from her rubbing.
He seemed in some pain, frowning and slightly opening his eyes.
“Celeste?”
What a useless guy! Why is he calling her name now?
Celeste didn’t say anything, threw the tie in the trash after wiping the lipstick mark, and turned to Mason.
“Mr. Fletcher, can you please go outside and call some people to help me get Liam into the car?”
Mason nodded, “Just a moment.”
Several people helped place Liam in the car. Celeste opened the window to Mason and said: “Mr. Fletcher, get in. I’ll give you a ride.”
