The Man's Decree

Chapter 558 Worry For Nothing

“You can forget about leaving,” Paul shouted, taking advantage of the size of the crowd that had gathered around to garner sympathy. “I’m going to call the cops and have you arrested for assaulting me and breaking my friend’s wrist. My father will hear of this and you’re going to have hell to pay!”

It’s a good thing I shouted loud enough to attract such a large crowd. Hopefully, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me with that many witnesses present. For God’s sake, she broke his wrist so easily! It’s like she’s done it many times before.

Paul pulled out his phone and dialed his father’s number.

Jared glanced at the sizable crowd, his forehead slightly creased. Ingrid was pale with fright and she held on to Jared’s arm tightly.

“Don’t be afraid, Ingrid,” Josephine said in a low voice. “Nobody in Horington dares to lift a finger on me.”

Just when Paul pressed his phone to his ear, his father arrived at top speed. Flanked on either side by his men, they squeezed their way through the crowd. Jean’s temper flared at the sight of his son.

“You little sh*t!” he shouted. “I gave you the tickets for you to enjoy the show, not to cause trouble!”

Jean strode forward and was about to slap Paul when the latter held out his hand.

slapped in the

turned to look at Paul’s friend

with rage. “Did you not make clear to them

elite in Horington, their

was her! She

direction his son’s finger indicated before stiffening up in shock and falling onto the ground when he recognized

forward to pull

turned and gave his son a ferocious slap across the face before

Mr. Chance,” he stammered before falling to his knees before the dumbfounded crowd. “I apologize for the actions of my son. I hereby humbly hand him

his friends

people?” his friends whispered, in equal measures of fear

his head jerkily. I wouldn’t have caused trouble with them if I had known what

came from the crowd. “The lady who’d slapped you was Ms. Sullivan. With her are Mr. Grange’s granddaughter, and the famous Mr. Chance from Horington. Even Tommy is a follower of Mr. Chance. You kids are real idiots for

nothing came out. A few seconds later, the front of his pants became soaked with hot urine as the crowd roared with

be trifled with! One wrong word might spell the end of the Yateses. Oh no, I seem to