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.

Timothy, at six-foot-two and carrying the unmistakable air of someone born

But I don't take hits for nothing. Every punch costs The Wheeler

could feel her anger boiling over at Timothy's relentless

signs, she spat out: "And what about me? If I hit you, how many millions do I

his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Every muscle in

come tonight. Look at you-making such a scene I haven't even had a chance to eat. Dinner's cold, my appetite's gone. Go cool off, and make it up to me with

seized Jessica's

Jessica

choice but to go with

knew she couldn't let her own decisions

her other hand. "You're not going back with

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

on Jessica, Timothy lost the last of his composure. He stepped forward and clamped down on Herbert's wrist. "Touch her again, and

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