Chapter 697

Seth had never been slapped, and his right cheek certainly stung. Nonetheless, Irene asked icily, "Does it hurt?" "That's not the point," Seth quickly retorted. "I'm a man, and I can take a slap, but you're hurting my dignity here. How could I do this so casually…" Irene's slap was certainly loud, drawing much attention and leaving him blushing. "We're in a public place. Can't you see that everyone is watching?" Irene rose to his feet then. "If you were actually a fellow conspirator and not a tool, it would be a knife and not a slap." Seth turned pale, finally realizing the gravity of the situation, and he asked, "What did Harvey do?" Irene ignored him and simply strode out. Seth gave chase and caught her. "Come on, just tell me—" Irene shook him off. "Let me go!" Her almond eyes were glaring as if spitting fire—it was the first time she flipped out after what Harvey did. Still, she soon quelled her flaring emotion and said with utter coolness, "Don't ever show up around