In fact, the punch Christopher received earlier did not hurt as much as the sight before him.

"Mr. Iverson! Are you alright?!"

Taylor, who had been waiting in the shadows, was terrified and immediately ran over to help his boss.

"I'm fine." Christopher staggered to his feet, swallowing the blood in his mouth, his gaze fixed on Justin with a sinister and ruthless intensity, like a starved hyena.

"If you can't accept it, we can settle this between just the two of us." Justin's cold, piercing gaze bore down on Christopher like a massive stone pressing on his chest. "I'll even let you use both hands." Hearing this, Bella grew alarmed, tugging anxiously on Justin's muscular arm.

She thought, 'What a fool... Why is he talking about honor and fairness with this bastard? He should just hold Christopher's head down and beat him to a pulp!'

"Hmm... There's no need for that." Christopher didn't want to get into a fist fight with Justin in front of the woman he loved. Instead, he chose to suppress his anger.

Christopher wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and said, "I just have bad luck."

As he spoke, he pulled an invitation card from his suit and handed it to Bella. "Bella, the Iverson family is hosting a party this weekend. I came to personally deliver this invitation to you."

His eyes were filled with affection, and he smiled as if nothing had happened moments ago.

down, staring coldly at the invitation. For some reason, this fearless young lady felt a tinge of unease

with no moral

Christopher's hand, his left arm encircling Bella's

from the envelope and opened

quick glance, she let out a cold laugh and threw the card at

my husband's name to the invitation and send me a new copy. I might actually

that, Bella turned to Justin and

nodded in agreement, their

expression, the couple embraced each other as they turned and walked

outrageous! Has he lost his damn mind?!" Taylor exclaimed, glancing anxiously at Christopher's swollen cheek. "Mr. Iverson, let me take you to the

on the card, crushing it. "Head back and prepare a revised copy,

Iverson,"

treatment, muttering indignantly, "Mr. Iverson, after such humiliation, are you really just going to let this slide? That's not

served cold. Besides, if I were to confront Justin now, it

his throbbing left cheek. "But if taking a punch from Justin would

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