"You..." Prescott hadn't expected the forceful slap he threw to be caught. He subconsciously tried to pull his hand back but found it wouldn't budge.
Humiliated and enraged, he raised his other hand to slap Arabella Donovan's face.
As expected, it was caught as well.
"Can't you just talk things out and be reasonable? You have to resort to violence, is that it?"
Arabella already had a poor impression of the man, and seeing him try to get physical again and again truly angered her.
With a dark expression, she twisted his hands. As he cried out in pain, she launched a kick into his stomach, sending him flying more than ten feet.
It wasn't until Prescott landed with a THUD and let out a squeal like a stuck pig that everyone else in the store snapped back to reality.
Eugene Jennings's eyes bulged like saucers. 'Where did this freakishly strong girl come from? Is this really my delicate, fragile little cousin who looks like a gust of wind could blow her over?'
