Amelia stood there, somewhat dazed, staring at the man's handsome yet gloomy side profile. She stared at his thin lips, spewing out words as terrifying as the demons of hell, and his frightening and terrifying appearance.
It was her first time seeing him like this.
Not until she saw the bright red liquid slowly flowing out from under his shoe did Amelia come back to her senses and hastily tried to stop him, "Enough, Daniel Cooper, enough."
Another step, and that hand would definitely be useless.
Even if this scum was extremely bad, he was known as an overseas entrepreneur. If he crippled someone, wouldn't that bring trouble?
Mr. Turner also begged miserably, "Mr. Cooper... Mr. Cooper, I was just joking, please spare me. I have high blood sugar; my wound is difficult to heal... If you step on it again, I'm afraid this hand will have to be amputated..."
