Rhys Lucas was dumbfounded by the slap. In his over-twenty-years of life, not to mention being slapped, no one had dared to even lay a finger on him! Coming to his senses, Rhys Lucas was extremely embarrassed and furious, with five bright finger marks on his handsome face. "Tanya Sinclair! How dare you lay hands on me?" Tanya found it laughable. The source of this content ɪs novelFɪre.net He had bullied her up to this point, and if she didn’t fight back, should she just let him humiliate her? She had given Rhys Lucas too much face over the years, making him really think he was someone of high noble status! Tanya couldn’t bear to look at Rhys Lucas any longer, and fortunately, the taxi from earlier had stopped, with the driver poking half his head out the window. "Driver, wait for me!" Tanya called out, limping toward the taxi. Rhys Lucas was thoroughly ignored. He was used to being the young master admired by all, so how could he swallow this insult? Rhys Lucas’s handsome face was as dark as ink, and he quickly strode forward, grabbing Tanya’s fragile arm. Tanya turned her face expressionlessly, showing no trace of panic. Seeing Tanya’s indifferent face only made Rhys Lucas angrier, clenching his hand that hung by his side. "Tanya Sinclair, do you really think I wouldn’t dare hit a woman?" Tanya laughed sarcastically, "No, you seem like the kind of man who only dares to hit women." "You!" Rhys Lucas’s face turned green, with veins popping on his forehead. How had he not known before that Tanya could be so sharp-tongued? Tanya had no patience for his nonsense; there were surveillance cameras here clearly capturing Rhys Lucas grabbing her. She was secretly preparing to knee him hard between the legs! A loud ’bang’ sounded. Rhys Lucas’s luxury car was hit by a strong impact from behind, sliding forward two or three meters! The rear end was completely wrecked. The car that rear-ended Rhys Lucas was an expensive-looking sports car. Taking advantage of Rhys Lucas turning to check the commotion, Tanya shook him off forcefully and got into the waiting taxi. "Driver, to the Zenith Group building." After speaking, she glanced through the rearview mirror, seeing a young man get out of the sports car, wearing an eye-catching red shirt and black casual pants, with a carefree attitude. He seemed like another rich second generation. Tanya unemotionally looked away. She pressed on her sprained ankle, which was visibly swollen... Rhys Lucas had not expected his day to be so unlucky! First, that shameless woman Tanya slapped him, and before he could settle the account, his new car was now rear-ended, almost wrecked. "Sorry about that, Boss Lucas." Zion Monroe leaned lazily against his limited-edition sports car, saying ’sorry,’ but his arrogant and handsome face showed no sign of apology. He played with his phone, saying, "I’m not too familiar with this new car, ended up hitting yours, good thing you’re okay." "..." Rhys Lucas’s face was as dark as ink. He certainly didn’t take Zion Monroe, this spoiled rich kid, seriously. But the weight of The Monroe Family, even during The Lucas Family’s prime, when Old Master Lucas met the Family Head at The Presidential Palace, he had to smile politely and offer respectful tea service. Moreover, despite Zion Monroe’s playful demeanor, there was no fault in his attitude. "Boss Lucas, should I just compensate you with a new one, or would you like to claim insurance?" Rhys Lucas squeezed out a sentence through his clenched teeth, "I have something to do. Young Master Monroe can coordinate directly with my assistant." After saying this, Rhys Lucas walked aside to call his subordinates. Zion Monroe squinted as he watched Rhys Lucas’s retreating figure, and the lazy smile on his lips faded. Just now, he had clearly witnessed Rhys Lucas deliberately driving to hit Tanya’s car from behind. Tsk, what a disgrace to the rich second generation! Zion Monroe raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of disdain. So he had floored the gas pedal, aiming straight for Rhys Lucas’s car! It was intentional, of course. If he liked hitting women that much... Then he would give Rhys Lucas a hit to remember. Not just hit, yeah, he’d hit and then complain. Zion Monroe dialed a number to Declan Pierce. "Brother Pierce, let me tell you!!" The taxi stopped in front of the Zenith Group, and Tanya got out of the car, heading toward the company entrance. Across her field of vision, a white Bentley approached from the opposite direction, stopping at the company entrance. Tanya paused slightly. Even if she wasn’t familiar with cars, she recognized Vincent Hawthorne’s vehicle. Vincent Hawthorne got out of the driver’s seat, and the passenger door opened, with Cindy Lynn getting out. Cindy Lynn carried a few boxes of packed desserts, indicating they had gone out for lunch together again. As the two got out from their respective sides, they walked closer. Cindy Lynn said something that made Vincent lean in slightly with a smile. As they reached the entrance, Cindy Lynn suddenly stumbled, naturally grabbing Vincent’s arm for support, while Vincent reacted even quicker, extending his arm to hold Cindy Lynn’s slender waist, almost pulling her into his arms. Tanya’s expression cooled. The entire afternoon had been nothing but bad luck! She moved her gaze away indifferently, heading for the side entrance to avoid a direct encounter with them. "Ms. Tanya!" Cindy Lynn’s voice relentlessly followed her. Tanya’s mouth twitched slightly; she didn’t even turn her head, pretending not to hear, and kept walking. If not for her sprained foot, she could walk faster! "Tanya!" Vincent frowned, seeing her not stop. He strode up from behind, grabbing Tanya’s arm. Tanya stumbled from his pull, and her injured leg was forced to bear weight, causing her face to turn exceedingly pale from the piercing pain. Vincent realized something was wrong and looked down to notice Tanya’s slender ankle, blackened and swollen. Her skin was already fair, making the dark bruise even more striking. "What happened?" Vincent frowned and asked, "Where did you go at noon to end up ?" "Ms. Tanya." Cindy Lynn came over, her face full of concern and worry as she spoke, "What happened? Shall I accompany you to the hospital?" As she spoke, she reached out, trying to support Tanya. Tanya was fed up with her fake concern, swatting away Cindy’s extended arm. Cindy’s arm reddened from the swat, and her eyes turned red even faster as she took on a look of grievance and restraint, stepping back half a step behind Vincent. Just half a step was enough, as Vincent would naturally step forward to shield her completely. "Tanya!" Vincent frowned unhappily, clearly standing up for Cindy. He just couldn’t understand, why Tanya couldn’t tolerate Cindy! If Tanya truly understood, she should be grateful to Cindy instead. During her five-year absence, it was Cindy who took over her maternal responsibilities, treating Caden and Joy as her own!