It was that phone call. Of course, it was.

‘Oh my God!’ Shelley exclaimed, suddenly appearing beside her. ‘What’s going on? What do we do?’

Open-mouthed, she looked at her, speechless.

‘Hannah, do something. Aren’t you supposed to be a fixer? Fix this, stop them.’

But her mind was a blur, even as she heard another punch land. Rob had somehow been able to get a blow in, hitting Ward in the stomach. Not that it had stopped him – in fact, it had barely fazed him.

She turned back to the other girl, whose expression had turned from pleading to annoyance.

‘Oh, for Chrissakes … ’ Shelley rolled her eyes, and storming off in her Louboutins, promptly raced into action, leaving Hannah in her dumbfounded trance.

She grabbed at Ward’s shoulders, trying to pull him off of Rob, who was definitely at the losing end of the scuffle. His nose was bloodied – and almost certainly broken. His right cheek was already swollen and turning purple, and his previously white dress shirt was now stained with blood. Hannah just didn’t know whose blood. ‘Ward, stop it,’ Shelley demanded. ‘This is bad for you.’

The press was simply eating the drama up and Hannah looked around for security to break things up.

But Shelley’s presence was at least enough to get Ward’s attention. Her face full of colour and her eyes shooting cold, angry daggers, she growled, ‘This is not the circus I signed up for. What the hell is wrong with you?’

Of the two men, Ward had, of course, fared much better. His shirt was untucked, a few of the top buttons ripped off and part of his broad chest was exposed. He sported a split lip that didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest as he continued to hover menacingly over Rob, looking eager and dangerously close to jumping back into the fray.

Hannah was just relieved that the other woman’s intervention had calmed things.

Until Rob made the fatal mistake of manhandling Shelley then, trying to swat her out of the way. As soon as he lay a finger on her, her eyes narrowed and then all hell truly broke loose when both Ward and his date hit back in tandem.

A couple of security goons eventually stepped in to break things up once and for all, and Hannah was finally moved to action.

‘Enough,’ she gasped, trying to catch her breath. ‘How could you do this?’ she cried, directing the question at them both.

While Ward seemed to briefly come to his senses and looked chastened, her ex didn’t appear in the least bit admonished. Still conscious of the press close by, the golfer tried to figure out a way to spin the fact that he’d just got his ass kicked, not just by McKenzie but a girl too.