Chapter 295

Timothy didn't so much as flinch.

Herbert's fist, thrown with all the force he could muster, connected hard with the side of Timothy's face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Timothy's mouth.

Unhurried, Timothy raised his thumb and wiped the blood away.

He didn't fight back. Herbert, seeing that, suddenly found the urge to keep swinging just draining out of him.

Timothy pulled a wet wipe from the table and slowly dabbed at the blood on his fingertips, oddly struck by a fleeting appreciation for the old man's scheming. At least now he knew one thing: Jessica genuinely cared about The Wheeler Group.

He stood up, taking his time. Herbert was tall-six-foot-one, maybe a touch more. At that height, anyone could be intimidating.

of someone born with every advantage, still

"Fine by me. But I don't take hits for nothing. Every punch

over

the face. Then, with quick, practiced hand signs, she spat out: "And what about me? If I hit you, how many millions do I owe?

his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Every muscle in his body seemed on the verge

grab Timothy's arm. "Timothy, I talked Jessy into letting you come tonight. Look at you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to eat. Dinner's cold, my appetite's

and seized Jessica's hand,

dragged Jessica toward the

choice but to

couldn't let her own

caught up, gripping her other hand. "You're not going back

all over his face-fear that if she went back, he'd never see her free

Timothy lost the last of his composure. He stepped forward and clamped down on Herbert's wrist.

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