After taking two heavy punches, Leo Joyce's handsome face quickly began to redden and swell, a trickle of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He licked the blood away and, far from being angry, taunted with delight, "Just as I thought. A pampered pretty boy with no strength behind his punches."
"Leo Joyce! You fucking..."
Quincy Grayson raised his fist, ready to swing again, but Tiana Grayson stopped him. "Quincy, no more fighting! Stop it!"
"What's this? You feel sorry for him?" Quincy Grayson turned and shot Tiana an aggrieved glare, his voice cold and sour.
Tiana Grayson wasn't being entirely truthful as she explained, "No, I don't. Quincy, there are so many people here. Do you really want to make the headlines?"
Tiana's reminder made Quincy Grayson realize he had lost his composure. He shot an angry glare at Leo Joyce, the true culprit. "Leo Joyce, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" 'To provoke me and ruin my image.'
