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.

Dad!” Paul explained hastily, frightened out of his wits. “I was slapped in the face first. Here! You can still see her handprint. After that, they broke my friend’s

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

to have struck you?” Jean demanded, swelling up with rage. “Did you not make clear to

amongst the elite in

“It was her! She was

son’s finger indicated before stiffening up in

Paul hurried forward to pull his father back to his

turned and gave his son a ferocious slap across the face

his knees before the dumbfounded crowd. “I apologize for the actions of my son.

his friends were

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

with them if I

huge trouble, boy!” A gleeful voice came from the crowd. “The lady who’d slapped you was Ms. Sullivan. With her are Mr. Grange’s granddaughter, and the famous Mr. Chance from Horington.

came out. A few seconds later, the front of his pants