While Abel was blocking Moses, Gan Yuan had already quickly left the banquet hall.
There had already been a scandal with him before, and in such a public setting, she had to keep her distance from him, which was better for both of them.
Watching her tall and slender figure disappear at the exit, Moses's handsome eyebrows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.
"Move aside."
"No way!"
Abel held his glass, a provocative look on his face.
Suppressing his anger, Moses stepped to the side, but Abel sidestepped to block him. Moses changed direction, and Abel moved to block him again.
Meeting his cold, ink-black eyes, Abel raised his lips in an arrogant smile.
"What's so great about glaring? You got the guts... why don't you hit me?!"
The Duke had said that he was acting, that he needed to act, but Abel was, in fact, an undeniable playboy.
Abel thought with a smirk.
Suddenly, the collar of his shirt tightened as Moses had grabbed hold of it.
"Sir!"
