Wayne Bailey flicked his hand and tore, the entire tablecloth shattering crisply along with the tableware.
Charles Harrington swayed, leisurely savoring, "Does it hurt that much?"
Wayne Bailey suddenly stood up and charged forward, but Anna Jadwin embraced him, "Wayne Bailey, can't you see that Charles Harrington is just trying to provoke you? There's no need for you to get angry over him!"
Damn it! This bitch!
Wayne Bailey coldly ordered Wilfred to call a doctor, "Sew Charles Harrington's mouth shut, he talks too much!"
And at this time, a maid came over, handing Charles Harrington a digestion-promoting effervescent powder, "Mr. Harrington, please drink this, it will help your stomach and intestines absorb better."
Wayne Bailey: "..."
"You ate too much tonight, I'm afraid you'll have trouble digesting it."
Charles lifted an eyebrow, "The Baileys, you're really good to me."
