Natalie Vaughn's hand wasn't seriously injured, but a band-aid wouldn't suffice anymore, so Quentin Donovan simply wrapped her hand in gauze.
Throughout the process, Quentin Donovan muttered to himself. Even the manager beside him felt the wound looked a bit scary, and even Zane Thorne frowned at the sight of the blood on her palm.
Only Natalie Vaughn seemed unfazed.
Zane Thorne watched her calm reaction, remembering that night in the bar when she directly splashed a drink in a man's face. Alone, facing a group, she was this bold, without a trace of fear.
Fighting must not be anything new to her.
However, on Natalie Vaughn's hand, the wound looked somewhat 'shocking'. Everyone thought Natalie must be in great pain, and Quentin glanced at the bloodstained cotton ball.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't you feel any pain?"
Your hand's torn up like this.
Natalie Vaughn's eyes moved slightly, and she raised her hand, carefully observing the gauze Quentin had wrapped around it.
