Chapter 11 The Owner Of The Black Cards

Daniel, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, exuded a menacing aura. Beside him stood Jenny, who was still sniffling.
Half her face was still swollen, barely masked with foundation.
Fury blazed in Daniel's eyes, and he held his head up high. “How dare you hit my daughter? I'm giving you a minute. Slap yourself ten times, then get out of this banquet hall!”