Andrew's expression remained emotionless, his eyes devoid of any sympathy. "Didn't you say you were confident? That you were exceptional? I gave you every possible advantage. Yet look at you—you still couldn't even touch me."
He added, "So, tell me… doesn't that make you completely worthless?"
Tears finally spilled from Aspen's eyes. She gritted her teeth and hissed, "Andrew, don't get cocky! I'll fight you to the death!"
Andrew's eyes narrowed slightly. With a flick of his wrist, his hand cut through the air, heading straight for Aspen's face.
She shut her eyes in despair, bracing herself for another slap. However, it did not land on her cheek this time. Instead, his palm came down hard—right on her backside.
This was not a playful slap—it was pure, calculated punishment.
A sharp gasp escaped Aspen's lips as a searing pain shot through her body. Her legs buckled, a numbing ache spreading through her lower half, making it impossible to stand.
The sheer force of the strike
