"Call someone over?"
"Slap—-" "Go on, call them! If the person you call can't kill me, I'll reward you with a few more slaps."
William Cole advanced and again landed a slap that left the woman disoriented, her eyes blazing with even more anger.
She didn't hesitate any longer, pulling out her phone to make a call: "Hello, Brother Turner, sniff, sniff. I just returned home and someone hit me."
"I'm absolutely fuming. The person said if I don't call someone over, he'll slap me again."
After calling her boyfriend, the woman dialed her home number: "Hello, Brother! I got slapped. I'm right next to the Chanel store in the pedestrian street."
"Yes! The person who hit me is a young man, in his twenties, dressed in cobbled-up clothing."
"You'd better call everyone from Uncle's family. They're into real estate and surely know some people."
"This brat is way too arrogant. I want him crippled."
The woman glared at William Cole with venom.