"Indeed! Go back!"
Julius Reed nodded satisfactorily.
"Young Master Leopold, I..."
The young man wanted to explain, but catching Atlas Leopold's venomous gaze, he immediately returned to his place, daring not to say more.
At the same time, he silently prayed in his heart, hoping that Atlas Leopold would not blame him.
But was that even possible?
Though resentful, Atlas Leopold also took a deep breath of relief.
He felt that his torment should finally be over.
"You all! Come here! I want to see one slap from each of you!"
But Julius Reed's next words sent him plummeting to rock bottom.
"You..."
"What about me?"
Julius Reed looked at him, sneering, "Do you think you still have the capital to talk to me now?"
"I..."
Atlas Leopold took a deep breath, managing to put on a forced smile, "Brother Davenport, I admit I was wrong today. Everyone has been hit, and I apologized. Can you let me go back?"
