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When the two men approached, Franklin looked sterner. His powerful deterrence tightened others’ hearts.

Looking down at Sylvia in a white gown, he asked, "Are you all right?" Sylvia nodded in response.

Clark glanced at Winter and noticed her messy clothes and hair, his glance reminding others of a viper's. Sarai had torn off several strands of Winter's hair. It was a shocking scene.

Winter dared not to look at him. She believed she must look ugly and miserable. Subconsciously, she covered her red, swollen left cheek, unwilling to let Clark see her current status.

"Do you know how much money Aunt Winter has earned for Wilson Group? Do you know how much effort she has put in saving Wilson Group's reputation?" Clark's lips twitched into a sneer. "Grandpa is still in the ICU ward. How dare you hit Aunt Winter! You have my word. If anyone disdains her, it means you disdain me."

Winter yanked up her head, gaping at Clark, her jaws slack.

She couldn't hear what he had said. It was like an illusion as he defended her.

With a sneer, he lifted a brow, squatted, and pinched Sarai's chin like a demon from Hell. "Old witch, which hand did you use to bully her?" “I... I..." Sarai was almost suffocated by the stink from the basin and couldn't help retching.

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