Chapter 1737

Nicola's entire body trembled with fury as she swung her hand with all her strength, landing a sharp slap across Silas' face. For a moment, Silas was stunned. He had threatened her with competition scores, yet she still dared to hit him. Did Nicola actually loathe him this much? How dare she! "Nicola!" His eyes burned with rage as he furrowed his brow and grabbed her chin with a forceful grip. The darkness in his gaze was suffocating, like a storm cloud closing in, mingling with the blood-red fury that made him look utterly terrifying. Nicola could feel the searing pain in her jaw, and she didn't doubt for a second that Silas might dislocate it in his anger. But she refused to yield to the devil in front of her. She knew Willow better than anyone else. She understood how much this competition meant to her. It wasn't just for the recognition of their talent but for the success of W&N Fragrance. She wanted to win, too. But there were things in life far more important than a trophy