"You're really bold, Calvin Lowe. Who allowed you to do such an inhumane thing?"
Calvin Lowe had called Dirk Larson over to speak up for him and subdue Knox Eaton, but he hadn't expected the other to turn against him. "Boss, what do you mean? I'm your brother-in-law!"
"Nonsense—we don't even meet that often. Do I know you?"
Calvin Lowe was stumped. 'I just had a meal with the other a few days ago. At that dinner, the latter had personally called me his brother-in-law, telling me to use his name if U ever got into trouble. It has only been a few days, yet the other is now abandoning me.'
"You can't do that, Boss."
"Do what?" Dirk Larson landed a punch on his wife's cousin.
Although Calvin Lowe's body was covered in tattoos, he was a wimpy man. Conversely, although Dirk Larson looked like a gentleman, he had gotten to his position by fighting his way up.
His single blow left Calvin Lowe lifeless on the ground.
