The Moment A Restaurant Power Dynamic Suddenly Reversed

herself for your entertainment.”

Gozon swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. “Sir, I didn’t mean—it was a joke—she needs to learn—”

SLAP.

The sound rang sharply through the dining room, silencing even the whispers.

It wasn’t Laurent.

It was Isabelle Duval.

She’d struck Gozon across the face with her open palm, the blow delivered with precision rather continue reading …