Noel's anger was at its peak, but still, he didn't lose his temper. It was humiliating how Hunter dismissed him as if he was a mere slave. It was so tempting to punch his ridiculously handsome face, yet Noel resisted the urge and tolerated Hunter's insult. He glanced over his shoulder one more time before taking a turn in the hallway.
Hunter held Hera's wrist in a tight grip, leading her in the opposite direction while she followed obediently. Noel shook his head in pity. He thought the poor girl couldn't even dare to defy him.
'Bastard treats her like an object. No regard for her consent, nor does he respect or value her presence.'
Noel wanted to return every insult he had gone through, and he couldn't wait to see Hunter standing alone like the sore loser he was when he whisked Hera away from him.
'Soon, Ace Hunter, she'll spit on your face and will discard you from her life like garbage. I'll make sure she does.'