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"How dare you tread my presons desighna! Are you trying to pick a fight? Even though I'm petting up there in years, I could still bowk your bahre nur

*11 1 heaz arunther word against my Yvette, Fll make sure the sheer family disappears from Jubilife! Our previous deals are off. From now on, keep your distance, or you'll get a beating every time I see you!"

Irwin was beyond enraged. His darling daughter was the apple of his eye. He cherished her more than anything in the world. How dare Orlando speak ill of her! He was asking for it.

Anyone who dared to criticize Yvette was a sworn enemy of the Murrays.

"Irwin, we've been friends for years! How can you treat me like this?"

Irwin scoffed coldly over the phone. "I don't care who you are. If you say one bad word about my daughter, you'll answer to me!"

Orlando stared at the disconnected call, dumbfounded. He'd never met anyone so fiercely

* protective.

Irwin was cutting off all ties with him. He was effectively terminating the collaboration between the Murrays and the Shaws. The

equipment, or

"Yvette, don't

wore thin as he droned on, and

features.

have your son's legs broken. Get to

Murray." The black-suited bodyguards behind Yvette immediately obeyed, advancing on Carson and his father. Seeing that Yvette meant business, Orlando exploded in a fit of

right to talk about

face clouded with anger,

"M-Mr. Quinn..."

of Wilson to the equation meant certain trouble. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Murray. I really put my foot in my mouth. I didn't mean

sycophantic grin replaced the brooding look he previously

she sneered at him. "It's a shame, but I'm a bit of

hand, his demeanor affectionate, yet his

intense coldness.

anyone

couldn't force a fawning smile onto