A Man Like None Other

Chapter 558 Worry For Nothing

“You can forget about leaving,” Paul shouted, taking advantage of the size of the crowd that had gathered around to garner sympathy. “I’m going to call the cops and have you arrested for assaulting me and breaking my friend’s wrist. My father will hear of this and you’re going to have hell to pay!”

It’s a good thing I shouted loud enough to attract such a large crowd. Hopefully, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me with that many witnesses present. For God’s sake, she broke his wrist so easily! It’s like she’s done it many times before.

Paul pulled out his phone and dialed his father’s number.

Jared glanced at the sizable crowd, his forehead slightly creased. Ingrid was pale with fright and she held on to Jared’s arm tightly.

“Don’t be afraid, Ingrid,” Josephine said in a low voice. “Nobody in Horington dares to lift a finger on me.”

Just when Paul pressed his phone to his ear, his father arrived at top speed. Flanked on either side by his men, they squeezed their way through the crowd. Jean’s temper flared at the sight of his son.

“You little sh*t!” he shouted. “I gave you the tickets for you to enjoy the show, not to cause trouble!”

Jean strode forward and was about to slap Paul when the latter held out his hand.

start it, Dad!” Paul explained hastily, frightened out of his wits. “I was slapped in the face first. Here! You can

he found a red handprint across his son’s cheek. Next, he turned to look at Paul’s friend whose face was still contorted in pain as he cradled his forearm.

demanded, swelling up with rage. “Did you not make clear

elite in Horington, their

at Josephine. “It was her! She was the one who slapped

direction his son’s finger indicated before stiffening up in shock and falling onto the ground when

you all right, Dad?” Paul hurried forward to pull his father

turned and gave his son a ferocious slap

dumbfounded crowd. “I apologize for the actions of my son.

friends were

his friends whispered, in equal

jerkily. I wouldn’t have caused trouble with them if I had

voice came from the crowd. “The lady who’d slapped you was Ms. Sullivan. With her are Mr. Grange’s granddaughter, and the famous Mr. Chance from Horington. Even Tommy is a follower

the front of his pants

might spell the end of the Yateses. Oh no, I seem to recall saying