Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 885

Chapter 885 Slapping the Boss

Harvey grabbed Harold’s arm to stop him from hitting Keith—but then he stepped forward and slapped Keith himself.

The room fell dead silent.

Keith staggered back, hand flying to her cheek. If the person beside her hadn’t caught her shoulder, she would have crumpled to the floor.

Harvey didn’t hold back. He hit her again.

A sharp gasp echoed through the hall.

People nearby instinctively backed away. No one dared to step in this time.

“Mr. Cross!” Stella rushed over, voice tense.

Keith steadied herself, then quickly moved behind Stella, as if seeking shelter.

Harvey pulled his hand back, casually brushing his palms together as if dusting them off. “Two slaps. You said I could. Don’t go backing out now.”

No one made a sound. Everyone knew about the Cross brothers. One was the calm, polished scholar; the other was the hotheaded fighter nobody wanted to cross.

Harold had a short fuse and was impulsive—people already knew not to provoke him.

But Harvey was supposed to be the quiet, gentle one, the brother who never lost his temper.

No one had expected him to be even more frightening today.

Earlier, some had even been quietly discussing how to get close to Harvey, now in his thirties and still single. After this, those plans vanished completely.

Keith pressed a hand to her burning cheeks. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she bit back the tears, refusing to let them fall.

The sting on her face was nothing compared to the humiliation raging inside her.

“You lost Zander up on the hiking trails. You took him riding at the stables and nearly got him killed then, too. I warned you,” Harvey said, his tone unsettlingly calm. “If there was a next time, I’d handle it myself.”

A faint, cold smile touched his lips. “Consider today’s little episode as just the warm-up.”

No one had imagined “next time” would come so soon.

Behind him, Dolores swallowed nervously. She carefully slipped off Harvey’s suit jacket—which she’d been wearing over her shoulders—and folded it neatly over her arm, afraid of wrinkling it or getting it dirty.

Harold watched his brother, stunned.

He’d never seen Harvey this angry before.

The last time Harvey told Dolores to slap Keith, it had already shocked him.

But today, Harvey had hit a woman himself.

It reminded him of their father, Damian. He’d heard stories from the old days, how Damian had once struck a woman for something she’d said about Isabelle.

Now Harvey was acting exactly like him.

“Harvey,” Harold said quietly, pulling him back a step. There were too many witnesses here; making more of a scene wouldn’t help.

Harvey glanced over his shoulder. “Take Zander and Claudia home first.”

“Harvey—” Harold started, but Harvey cut him off.

“Just do as I say.”

As a public official, there were lines Harold couldn’t cross. That was why Harvey had stopped him earlier. Besides, Harvey had wanted to deal with Keith himself for a long time now.

Darren stepped in as well, gently ushering the remaining guests toward the exits. Stella joined him, helping guide people out with practiced politeness.

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