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Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a shadow swaying at the door of the dining room. I raised my hand and slapped Carroll. Carroll turned his face for this slap, so I couldn't see his expression. All I could see was part of his red cheek. It was a hard slap. "Get lost. I don't want to see you again!" Carroll kept his posture and asked, "Kelly, let's be frank. You wanted to slap me a long ago, didn't you?" Instantly, I felt guilty. Since our first meeting, Carroll had looked aloof. However, that fitted his social status. He was young, handsome, and rich. Nobody could play a better childe than him. I, from the grassroots level, sometimes wondered about the reaction of the condescending after they got beaten. Now, I knew that they reacted as the commons. They felt hurt as the others. "Kelly, are you sure you won't leave with me?" Carroll looked me in the eyes and raised his voice. Obviously, he was cooperative with my show to convince the eavesdropper. I pulled a straight face and said