Bach did not expect Shane to refuse. His eyes were cold. "Shane, don't forget who taught you your martial arts! You are no match for me."
"I..." Shane was tongue-tied. He lowered his head.
Indeed, if they really fought, he was no match for Bach.
"Leave it to me!" Bach stretched out his hand.
"No way!" Shane rejected once again. He could not give the jade to Bach. "Young master, I only listen to miss!"
Bach was so angry that his entire body was emitting a cold intent. "Shane, it looks like you have forgotten everything in the past!"
"I haven't forgotten!" How could Shane forget? If it were not for Bach, he would not be the person he was today.
"Since you remembered, then hand over the jade to me. Kathleen is my wife. I will personally treat her eyes."
As Bach's voice fell, Shane knew that there was no way out.
He gripped the jade box in his hand tightly. "Young master, I'm sorry, I can't hand the jade to you."
