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!

the fuck?! How dare you

culprit remained unpunished, even standing his ground and saying flatly, "Why

just walking past, and you were already insulting me, even

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

instead, since it was his orders

made up

and naturally untouchable, but her influence

security guards and snapped, "What are you looking at me for?! You heard Mr. Xinder! Get him, and let Mr. Xinder punish him as he sees fit!" "Yes,

and they all

were even

you know what you did,

no different

beg Mr. Xinder, and

even think about

scowled, having had to deal with something so ridiculous as soon as he

too-who did these people think

Soranos would never dare

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