The Man's Decree

Chapter 269 I Need To Talk To You

Sandy did not know that Leyton had already become an object of ridicule in the upper-class society. Otherwise, he would not have been drowning his sorrows all by himself.

“A laughingstock? Who dares to laugh at me? Even if the Scott family has given two companies away, we’re still considered an elite family. Who dares to mock me?” roared Leyton as he slammed the table forcefully.

Everyone shot him a look of disdain but did not bother to entertain his taunts.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

At that moment, someone suddenly sauntered over while clapping. A cold smirk played on his lips as he stared at Leyton. “The scion of the Scott family ended up being so terrified of an ex-convict, yet you have the audacity to brag in the bar?”

Livid, Leyton barked, “Who the f*ck dares to insult me? I…”

However, when he recognized the person, his voice faltered mid-sentence. In an instant, he sobered up a little and exclaimed fearfully, “M-Mr. Whitaker!”

The person was none other than Tyrion from the Whitaker family in Summerbank. When the other scions saw that he had come to Horington, they rushed over and surrounded him.

They wanted to use this opportunity to get acquainted with Tyrion. In fact, some young women even gave him the eye.

Horington could not even be compared to Summerbank. If the former were a cat, the latter would be a tiger. No matter how powerful a family was in Horington, it would be nothing to the wealthy families in

“Get lost!”

two bodyguards beside Tyrion chased the scions

usually stuck-ups, one more arrogant than the other. However, despite being rebuked by the

in front of her, Sandy was extremely astounded. She always thought that she had reached the

out. I need to

to Leyton, Tyrion spun around and

who was standing beside Leyton. Noticing his gaze, she quickly

lips, and he left directly. Meanwhile, Leyton staggered out of the bar with Sandy supporting

in a Rolls-Royce. When he rolled down the car windows, he instructed Leyton, “Get into the

car, but

pitiful look and

“Let her come.”

Leyton dared not voice an

around half an hour before stopping on a road that

were no streetlights,