A Man Like None Other

Chapter 558 Worry For Nothing

“You can forget about leaving,” Paul shouted, taking advantage of the size of the crowd that had gathered around to garner sympathy. “I’m going to call the cops and have you arrested for assaulting me and breaking my friend’s wrist. My father will hear of this and you’re going to have hell to pay!”

It’s a good thing I shouted loud enough to attract such a large crowd. Hopefully, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me with that many witnesses present. For God’s sake, she broke his wrist so easily! It’s like she’s done it many times before.

Paul pulled out his phone and dialed his father’s number.

Jared glanced at the sizable crowd, his forehead slightly creased. Ingrid was pale with fright and she held on to Jared’s arm tightly.

“Don’t be afraid, Ingrid,” Josephine said in a low voice. “Nobody in Horington dares to lift a finger on me.”

Just when Paul pressed his phone to his ear, his father arrived at top speed. Flanked on either side by his men, they squeezed their way through the crowd. Jean’s temper flared at the sight of his son.

“You little sh*t!” he shouted. “I gave you the tickets for you to enjoy the show, not to cause trouble!”

Jean strode forward and was about to slap Paul when the latter held out his hand.

explained hastily, frightened out of his wits. “I was slapped in the face first. Here! You can still

a closer look and sure enough, he found a red handprint across his son’s cheek. Next, he turned to look at Paul’s friend whose

with rage. “Did you not

count amongst the elite in Horington, their name still

“It was her!

in the direction his son’s finger indicated before stiffening up in shock and

all right, Dad?” Paul hurried forward to pull his father

turned and gave his son a ferocious slap across the face before

he stammered before falling to his knees before the dumbfounded crowd. “I apologize for

and his friends were all

are these people?” his friends whispered, in equal measures of fear

head jerkily. I wouldn’t have caused trouble with them if I had known

Grange’s granddaughter, and the famous Mr.

his mouth but nothing came out. A few seconds later, the front of his pants became