The woman staggered back a few steps, clutching her cheek, and glared at Ruth Dawn angrily, "You hit me? You actually dare to hit me?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"You dare to hit me! Let me tell you, you're finished, I'm going to let my lawyer sue you, and you will rot in jail."
She even took out her phone and dialed a number: "Hello, husband, I'm being bullied, come quickly, it's right at the entrance of our hotel."
After hanging up the phone, the woman wore a prideful expression: "Just wait, this hotel is owned by my husband."
"You hit me at the entrance of my house, you all are done for!"
"Blah blah blah! You all are dead meat!" The little boy who had bumped into someone stuck out his tongue and made a provoking face.
Ruth Dawn was fuming with anger.
William Cole quickly grabbed her wrist, "Ruth, don't be angry, it's not worth it to be upset over such people and ruin your health."