Frankie took out a golden business card and said, "This is Mr. Wolseley."
Gerardo looked at the business card and slumped to the ground after a bang.
The Wolseley Group was the lord of New York, and nobody dared to mess with them.
"I ... I'm sorry. I must be blind. How could I fail to recognize you? Please forgive me. Please show me some mercy."
Tim, who was lying on the ground, groaned, "Dad, what are you doing? You embarrassed me..."
Clap!
Gerardo turned around and slapped his son.
"Shut up!"
This idiot still doesn't know who he messed with! Gerardo thought.
Gerardo ignored Tim's wailing and bowed. "May I ask what my son did? I would love to apologize and make compensation for his mistake.
Lance snuffed his cigarette in his hand, stood up, and said indifferently, "I don't need your apology. Given what he did today, I don't think he needs his hand."
