Kevin Cliff walked straight in, pulled up a clean chair to sit down, and his powerful aura immediately enveloped the entire private room.
"Come here!"
Come here?
James Cliff and the others were somewhat stunned, not knowing who Kevin Cliff was calling, nor did they see his gaze directed at anyone.
Charlotte Green clenched her little hands around her skirt, timidly moved towards him, and stood by his side.
James Cliff let out an incredulous gasp. Was he actually calling this woman?
"You, come here!" Kevin Cliff's gaze coldly shot towards James Cliff.
Realizing he had touched someone he shouldn't have, James Cliff obediently stepped forward, not forgetting how formidable that row of silver-clad bodyguards had been that night.
Kevin Cliff picked up the red wine from the table and thrust it into Charlotte Green's hand, "Smash it!"
Charlotte Green, frightened, dropped the red wine onto the ground, barely missing his toes, and it didn't break.
