Alan endured a slap from Nola O'Connor without speaking a word, but his hand still tightly gripped her wrist.
Nola couldn't break free, so she angrily looked back at her bodyguard.
"Ronan Russell, beat him up for me!" Nola yelled.
The man called Ronan took a step forward and slapped Alan's wrist.
With a "pa" sound, Alan's wrist felt acute pain, and his hand involuntarily let go.
"Alan, so, after following Ray Walters, you don't even know your own last name, huh?" Ronan sneered.
Alan's face looked a bit unsightly, and he forced a bitter smile. "Senior Brother, it's true that Miss O'Connor was in the wrong here…"
"I don't care who is right and who is wrong, Master has ordered me to protect her!" Ronan snorted coldly.
"Stop wasting time, beat him up for me!" Nola, like an angry lion, kept shouting and yelling.
Ethan Smith's face grew colder.
He coldly looked at Nola and said, "You're so young, yet so arrogant. How did your parents educate you?"