“Leyton!” Yoel swiftly stepped forward to support Leyton. After checking the latter’s arm over, he concluded that his arm was broken and would only recover in a few months.
“How dare you hurt my son, you b*stard? I’m going to kill you!”
Due to the wedding, he had merely planned to teach Jared a lesson initially. But right then, only one thought remained in his mind, to kill the man. Otherwise, he would be thoroughly humiliated before the many merchants in Horington present there.
Whipping out his phone, he summoned all the bodyguards at home, all martial artists whom he had spent a king’s ransom to hire. Hence, they were far more skilled than Baldy and his lackeys, who were just ruffians hanging around Leyton to ingratiate themselves to him.
Despite seeing Yoel make a call to gather his men, Jared wasn’t in the least bit panicked. Instead, he sat back down and picked his glass of water up, sipping languidly. That further inflamed Yoel as Jared clearly hadn’t any respect for the Scott family.
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