Chapter 18 Poisoned Tea

Draven held his cheek, Ixora's red palm mark burning on his white skin, his facial expression change as he keep staring at Ixora like he wanted to hit back but King was watching.

"You —" his voice cracked still holding his cheek, "You slapped me for him for a crippled?"

Ixora raised her brow stand...

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