"Who am I?" Kingsley sneered. "Just someone who almost died because of you."

"You little…" Vincent secretly shuddered. With a grim face, he said, "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

Calvin wheeled himself over to the stage and said, "Sir, this is the b*stard who broke my leg. I think he's here for trouble. Get the guards here and kick him out."

Vincent frowned at Kingsley. "Who are you? What do you want? I'm warning you… Leave now."

"You heard him! You came all the way here just to stir up trouble, didn't you? How dare you?" Calvin roared, "Get out of here or I'm calling the guards!"


Kingsley sneered, "Are you stupid, Calvin? Do you really think mere guards can hurt me?"

Calvin froze. Damn it, he's right. He defeated all those black belts. No way he's going to be scared of the guards. He huddled closer to Vincent and muttered, "Sir, he's a decent fighter. He defeated everyone in the Taekwondo Club all by himself. The guards are no match for him. We might need the media and the readers to take him down."

Vincent nodded. "I know." He then turned to Kingsley and said coldly, "I don't care why you're trying to stir trouble, but I'm letting it slide because I'll assume you didn't know any better. However, don't test the limits of my patience. Stir any more trouble and you'll have to answer to my readers."

The fans of Vincent voiced their agreement.

"He's right! We're not letting you ruin his book launch. Leave!"

"Leave, or I'm calling the cops! Director Klein and I are best friends!"

"You heard him! If you ruin the book launch, you're answering to us!"

Most of the fans were roaring and shouting, trying to kick Kingsley out, except for one. He was a lad in a custom-made tuxedo. Instead of joining in, he muttered in shock, "T-That's the guy at Mrs. Hewitt's birthday. Why is he here?" With a trembling hand, he took his phone out and started texting someone.
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