Alfred was utterly dumbstruck. "What?! Noel York's friend?!"

What the hell was going on here?!

On one side were Roman Xinders and the Soranos, while Noel was on the other.

What was he going to do, caught in the middle?!

While Alfred was left in a dilemma and unsure what to say, the rest of the production crew helped Roman to his feet.

He was left seeing stars for a while before he finally came to his senses and saw the people around him clearly.

He also felt the stinging sensation on his cheek right then, almost screaming out loud.

He promptly told his assistants to bring him a mirror, and when they did and he saw the palm print on his cheek, he was mad with rage.

The darkened bruise could well be struck on his heart!

And no one had ever hit him ever since he was born... this was the first time he was slapped, and so viciously at that!

fuck?! How dare you

saying flatly, "Why wouldn't

past, and you were already insulting me, even ready to

to leave, Roman bellowed maniacally,

his orders, the security guards glanced at Alfred instead, since it was his orders

made up

but her influence was still lacking compared to

looking at me for?! You heard Mr. Xinder! Get him,

confident now, and they all whipped

were even intimidating

you know what you

is no

of advice-drop down on your knees and beg Mr.

even think about

so ridiculous as soon

erupted too-who did

the Soranos would never dare to

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