"That money is from Father, I am more than happy to spend it on Charlotte Green. As long as Charlotte wants my money, I will willingly give it all to her, including my shares, I will transfer to her immediately! What, do you have a say in this? Don't you dare accuse her of having ulterior motives. In my eyes, the one with the worst intentions in the world is you—"
"Slap—"
Elijah Smith had barely finished speaking when Isabel Smith raised her hand and delivered a slap across his face.
The slap, delivered with great force, distorted Elijah's face completely.
His words stopped abruptly.
He remained motionless for a whole minute before lifting his hand to gently touch his slapped cheek. Slowly, he turned his head and looked at Isabel.
Isabel was shaking with anger and her eyes were somewhat dull. She glared at Elijah, panting heavily, unable to say a word.