A Man Like None Other

“Leyton!” Yoel swiftly stepped forward to support Leyton. After checking the latter’s arm over, he concluded that his arm was broken and would only recover in a few months. “How dare you hurt my son, you b*stard? I’m going to kill you!” Due to the wedding, he had merely planned to teach Jared a lesson initially. But right then, only one thought remained in his mind—to kill the man. Otherwise, he would be thoroughly humiliated before the many merchants in Horington present there.

Whipping out his phone, he summoned all the bodyguards at home, all martial artists whom he had spent a king’s ransom to hire. Hence, they were far more skilled than Baldy and his lackeys, who were just ruffians hanging around Leyton to ingratiate themselves to him. Despite seeing Yoel make a call to gather his men, Jared wasn’t in the least bit panicked. Instead, he sat back down and picked his glass of water up, sipping languidly.

That further inflamed Yoel as Jared clearly hadn’t any respect for the Scott family. “Kill him, Dad! I want him dead!” Leyton, whose arm was broken, roared with his face contorted. “Don’t worry, Leyton. I’ll definitely toss him into the river today for the fishes to feast on!” Yoel swore as he gazed at his son in anguish. Knowing that Jared was quite skilled, he didn’t act immediately but waited for his bodyguards to arrive. Just then, the door of the banquet hall was pushed open, and Josephine walked in briskly to see who exactly was kicking up a fuss there.

“What happened, Mr. Scott?” Josephine asked Yoel as soon as she stepped in. “This kid dared to cause a scene during my son’s wedding and even injure him. As such, there’ll be a bloodbath at your hotel today,” Yoel answered, pointing at Jared, who was drinking water at the table. When Josephine swung her gaze over, she was wholly stupefied. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought that the troublemaker would be Jared and that he hadn’t yet left. “Mr. Chance? How could it be you?” Josephine inquired with puzzlement etched on her face.

Josephine?” Yoel’s brows furrowed. “Mr. Scott, there’s probably some mix-up. Mr. Chance is here to treat my father. All this must be a misunderstanding!” Josephine clarified. “Treat your father?” Yoel’s frown deepened further. “Who are you? And what nonsense are you spouting? This fellow doesn’t

of that sort! I’ve known him for many years, and I’ve never seen him treating anyone. Don’t be fooled by him!” Sandy shrieked at Josephine. Josephine’s expression went chilly in a flash. But seeing the wedding gown on Sandy, she

university, and we dated for many years then. Even when I was sick, I had to go to

in this matter, Josephine. I’ll get an expert from abroad to treat your father. But today, this kid must die!” Yoel declared, his tone leaving no

against him! Yoel’s expression turned glacial. “Are you forcing my hand, Josephine?” A murderous intent glinted in his eyes. No sooner had his words fallen than dozens of bodyguards from the Scott family barged in, all radiating an oppressive aura. When Yoel saw that they had arrived, the look in his eyes grew all the colder as he