He hadn't thought wrong, the owner of the Maybach had kicked open the door after stopping the car and darted their way.
He pulled up his trousers and had just opened the car door to ask what was going on when he was met by a large hand with a firm grip on his throat.
The man's force was so strong that he struggled desperately but couldn't break free in the slightest.
"Put ... let go of me ... cough ... what for?"
"You dare to touch her?"
The man's gaze was stern, the blazing fire in his chest burned all the way to his eyes, and the veins on his arms rippled as if he was going to strangle the lewd man in the next second.
"Then you'll die."
He tightened his grip, and the choked man was already breathing hard, his face suffocating red as he desperately pounded Michael's arm.
