Yale scanned Frederic up and down. He stepped forward to ask when he saw the latter staying quiet for some time. “Mr. Constable, did you think about it?”

“My business is none of your concern.” Frederic looked at him coldly. “On the contrary, you should look after yourself if you’re free, Mr. Yale. Hah, you don’t look too good. Is it hard getting it up nowadays?”

“Who the f*ck are you commenting on!?”

“It’s beneficial to control yourself accordingly!” Frederic smirked cryptically and patted the man’s shoulder. “Impotence and baldness would be unfortunate when you’re so young. You’d be embarrassing the Hamertons then!”

“You—”

Yale wanted to react physically, but Frederic caught his wrist and threw him feet away. He was drunk, but he was pretty strong.

Frederic smiled and walked out of the carpark.

Yale knew that Zephyr’s close friends were not helpless weaklings, but he did not expect a mere lawyer to fight him like this!

Cordelia had removed his personal bodyguards too, so he did not have any men of his own!

The car beside Yale became his venting punching bag, and he kicked it hard.

car’s alarm rang

leave. A few brawny men came out of the bar. They looked

the f*ck kicked my

jolted. Before he could react, one of the

blind? Do you not know

a squint before he shook his

“Who’s this idiot?”

“You—”

dare you b*stard kick my car!? We’re

Yale Hamerton, the eldest descendant of

“Right, and I’m

here, kneel down

instantly filled with the dull thuds of a fight

allergy reaction was gradually

taking care of him during this

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