Seeing the executive team throw their glasses, the other Thorn Group employees followed suit, and champagne glasses rained down onto the stage from all directions.
If Mayor Monroe's bodyguards hadn't rushed forward to cluster around Isabella, she would have been struck by the flying glassware. Within minutes, the employees of Thorn Group left the venue in unison, followed closely by the external guests who admired Evelyn's bold move. Soon, the ballroom was completely empty, save for Mayor Monroe and his inner circle.
Mayor Monroe's face had turned the color of raw liver. As a sitting mayor, he had been humiliated in public like this!
Isabella scrambled down from the stage and ran to her father's side. Looking at his disheveled daughter, Mayor Monroe's anger boiled over.
Smack!
A sharp slap landed squarely across her face. Isabella held her burning cheek, staring at her father in disbelief. In over twenty years, no matter how angry he had been, he had never laid a hand on her.
