Hugh King felt cold sweat break out instantaneously. It didn't matter what Finn Lewis was like; after all, Hugh King had never seen Finn Lewis in his domain of Lingnan, nor did he recognize him. Hugh knew almost all the Young Masters with a little background, but he had never met Finn Lewis. Therefore, Hugh King was not worried about offending Finn Lewis, but if Newman Tims were involved, even if he killed Finn Lewis ten times over, Hugh King would have to apologize along with him.
The icy dagger pressed against his neck, and Newman Tims shivered. Just moments ago, Newman Tims, who had been so defiant, seemed to collapse completely, stammering as he spoke, "Bro…brother…mis…misunderstanding, I just…just misspoke…that…that silver…purse…it's…not…not mine." It took an enormous effort for Newman Tims to finish that sentence.
"Is that so?" Finn Lewis raised an eyebrow and said.
