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!

How dare you slap

his ground and saying flatly, "Why wouldn't I? What,

walking past, and you were already insulting me, even ready to hit me. It's

as Frank was ready to leave, Roman bellowed maniacally, "Get him! I'll cut him

his orders, the security guards glanced at Alfred instead, since it was his orders they had to listen

made

untouchable, but her influence was still lacking compared to

guards and snapped, "What are you looking at me for?! You heard Mr. Xinder! Get him, and let Mr. Xinder

confident now, and they all whipped out their stun battens as

were even intimidating him

you know what

Mr. Xinder is no different from messing with the

down on your knees and beg

even

deal with something so ridiculous as

murderous intent erupted too-who did these people think they

would never dare to

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