As Lincoln spoke. he even tried to grab Sasha's hand.
Frowning, Matthew grabbed Lincoln‘s wrist before twisting his hand, causing the latter to cry out in pain.
Vincent’s expression changed, and he pointed at Matthew while shouting, ”You piece of sh*t. How dare you use brute force! Let him go!"
Matthew cast him a cold glance. ”This is none of your business. Get lost!"
Furious, Vincent grabbed the wine bottle on the table. ”Who the f*ck do you think you're talking to? My name is Vincent Adams. Why don't you go ask around and find out who I am? F*ck. I'll crack your head open!"
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