He's not part of our lives anymore, so don't worry. Let's go. Her words quelled Blake's
anger a little, but when he looked back, Keith was still watching him silently.
Seeing Keith's unbothered expression, Blake said mockingly, So you're still a coward,
huh? Looking pleased with himself, he continued, For Christina's sake, I'm not going to
argue with a piece of crap like you. Just get the hell out of my way.
Before Blake could say anything more, a crisp sound echoed through the garden. Keith
had stepped forward and hit him. Blake tumbled to the ground, clutching his cheek as
Christina hovered beside him.
They were both equally shocked. The gardens fell deadly silent. Keith looked at Blake
innocently and said, Oh, sorry.
I heard a mosquito buzzing around my ear. It was really irritating. I couldn't help but slap
him.
Blake, are you all right? Keith's calm expression and tone of indifferent superiority made
it clear that Blake was nothing more than a mosquito in his eyes. You dare to hit me?
Blake got a hold of himself and stood up, roaring in rage. Where are my bodyguards?
Where did they go?
And all... But before he could finish his sentence, another blow landed on his face. This
time, Keith had hit him even harder.
With a sickening crunch, Blake fell to the ground, his face half swollen. Keith looked
down at him and sneered. These mosquitoes are always so damn noisy in the summer.
If this one makes any more noise, I'll have to shut it up for good. It was clearly a threat.
Blake couldn't believe Keith's behavior.