His enchanting face, in the dim light, exuded an incomparable nobility.
He held a glass of red wine in his hand, occasionally taking a light sip, and squinting his wicked eyes to savor the rich taste of the wine. Suddenly, he glanced at Derrick Caesar in front of him, and slightly raised a finger.
The two bodyguards beside him immediately lifted Derrick up.
"Chester... Mr. Chester, spare me! I was blinded..." Derrick cried out for mercy.
Chester Yale looked at his spineless demeanor, frowning slightly.
What did he think he was going to do?
Was he seeking death, daring to covet his woman with such cowardice?
"The Yale Group has never forced anyone to cooperate. If Director Caesar is not interested in the TV drama invested by the Yale Group, the door is right there." Chester put down his wine glass, and his intertwined legs stepped on the ground slightly.
He put his hands on his knees, looked down at Derrick, and the corners of his mouth curved into a somewhat chilling smile.
