Chapter 89

　　A crisp slap rang out. 　　It was particularly clear in the corridor at night. 　　Lucas' face went sideways. After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek in disbelief. 　　"That was quite a slap," Lucas said. 　　Gloria's hand was shaking, but her eyes looked determined. She felt the pleasure of revenge. 　　She said, "Mr. Norman, you enjoy rubbing salt on other people's wounds so much. Now you know. It hurts." 　　After that, she angrily turned around and walked up the stairs, ignoring his reaction. 　　Lucas was still standing on the stairs. He touched his cheek, which was in pain, and he did not chase after her. 　　His eyes were flickering with an obscure light. He kept staring at her back till she disappeared. 　　He walked downstairs, went out of the neighborhood, and got into the sports car parked on the side of the road, his cheeks burning. 　　He touched his face again and sighed, "It does hurt." 　　He picked up his phone and called Mike. 　　"Do you know what time it is no