Even the onlookers, accustomed to the occasional public display of temper from privileged scions, were speechless, staring at the two bodyguards who stood rooted on spot, seemingly unaffected by their master's furious command.
"What the hell is wrong with you...!"
Zack froze, seeing two hazel eyes staring at him. He swallowed hard, a sudden, inexplicable dread seizing him.
'Such pressure from only his gaze?!!' He was horrified.
This wasn't just a glare; it was a palpable force that seemed to press down on him, chilling him to the bone.
Christopher stared at him for some seconds, a silent warning towards the other party. Then, he turned around and walked away, following behind the girls.
"This?? So that is why she has the gut to say that to me?! Because she has a bodyguard with her! You bitch, wait for me!" Zack yelled, his voice laced with a renewed, albeit shaken, bravado.
