"He's the son you forced to death not long ago!" Milton Modesto raged, and as he did, his grip on Emily Walker's beautiful hair tightened.
Looking at the hands gripping her hair, Baron Stuart's eyes were fierce and menacing, wishing he could chop off those hands!
However, on the surface, he remained expressionless, without showing any signs of heartache.
"Is that so?" Baron Stuart lowered his eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Then it's his own fault," he raised his eyes, the smile disappeared, replaced by a trace of gloom and ruthlessness, "for touching my stuff.".
At his words, Milton Modesto grew even more furious and roared at Baron Stuart, "He just mistook your woman for Rosanne Nichols when he was drunk!"
"That's his business, there's no need for you to explain it to me." The price of touching his woman was only two outcomes, either death or disability.
