Heath got a punch to the face, grimacing in pain. His eyes flashed with coldness and immediately swung back.
Spencer also took a punch to the face, staggering back two steps. As his injured leg hitting the ground, his face contorted in agony.
"Spencer!" Prisley cried, standing between them.
"Stop, his leg's injured, don't hurt him!" Her eyes, tearful yet filled with hatred, locked onto Heath.
Prisley helped Spencer up, supporting him against her.
"Spencer, I'm sorry, it's my fault," she sobbed harder.
Spencer tousled her hair. "It's not the first time I've protected you, and it won't be the last," he said, pulling her behind him to continue shielding her.
Heath had a faint victorious smile on his lips, adjusting his sharp suit.
"Prisley, if you know what's good for him, you'd know what to do," his tone merciless.
Prisley stopped crying, glaring at Heath with disgust and hatred. "Fine, I'll go with you."
That look unnerved Heath. Prisley had always been obedient and gentle, never showin
