Elowen glared at the cleaner and screamed, "If you can't afford it, then why didn't you get out of the way when you saw me coming? You lowly bitch!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and was about to slap the cleaner on the cheek.
The crowd exclaimed at once.
The second before Elowen‘s hand reached the cleaner's face, Isaac stepped forward and grasped her wrist.
Isaac didn't know what Elowen was doing here. The weather today was unbearably hot. This cleaner was sweating buckets. She looked very pitiful.
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