Carl Eliot wasn't intimidated by Jared Hughes at all. He raised his eyebrows slightly, "You're far-sighted indeed, now shamelessly trying to win Betsy Russell back."
Jared Hughes put his hand on Carl's shoulder, his right hand slightly tightening its grip. The calm expression on Carl's face faded, replaced by stubbornness as he endured the pain.
Cold sweat began to form on Carl's forehead.
"Carl," Jared said gracefully, taking his hand back and wiping it with a tissue. He felt that Carl's hand had dirtied him. "I have no interest in the Eliot family. If you dare to provoke Betsy and me again, being crushed to pieces will be the best outcome for you."
"Really?" Carl smiled with a twisted look on his face.
Jared stuffed the tissue he wiped his hand with into Carl's suit collar and turned to walk towards the car.
Jared got back into the car and drove off.
