His face was only on for a second before the television went dark, prompting everyone to turn their heads toward a seething Kelsie.
Boyce slipped both hands into his pocket and hissed, "We already saw two of your children, what difference does it make to turn it off now?"
Kelsie's grip on the control tightened, raising her eyes to glower at him.
"You unlocked my phone?"
"The nerves of this wench to ask me such a stupid question." Boyce couldn't believe her brazenness and stepped toward her.
Poking her on the shoulder, he sneered, "You sure are thick-skinned. You must've said many thick-skinned things to my cousin given how such a bright man like him suddenly accepted you and your bastards…"
He suddenly trailed off and stepped to the side when he spotted something flying toward him.
The champagne bottle whizzed past his head, missing him and shattering against the television.
