Yale scanned Frederic up and down. He stepped forward to ask when he saw the latter staying quiet for some time. “Mr. Constable, did you think about it?”

“My business is none of your concern.” Frederic looked at him coldly. “On the contrary, you should look after yourself if you’re free, Mr. Yale. Hah, you don’t look too good. Is it hard getting it up nowadays?”

“Who the f*ck are you commenting on!?”

“It’s beneficial to control yourself accordingly!” Frederic smirked cryptically and patted the man’s shoulder. “Impotence and baldness would be unfortunate when you’re so young. You’d be embarrassing the Hamertons then!”

“You—”

Yale wanted to react physically, but Frederic caught his wrist and threw him feet away. He was drunk, but he was pretty strong.

Frederic smiled and walked out of the carpark.

Yale knew that Zephyr’s close friends were not helpless weaklings, but he did not expect a mere lawyer to fight him like this!

Cordelia had removed his personal bodyguards too, so he did not have any men of his own!

The car beside Yale became his venting punching bag, and he kicked it hard.

alarm

Yale to leave. A few brawny men came out of the bar.

f*ck kicked

one of the men

you doing? You… Are you blind? Do you not know who

him carefully with a squint before

“Who’s this idiot?”

“You—”

b*stard kick my car!? We’re

Hamerton, the eldest descendant of

“Right, and I’m

here, kneel down to my

with the dull thuds of

reaction was gradually

him during this period but

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