Like a ghost, Julian’s appearance startled the taxi driver, causing him to instinctively turn the steering wheel.
Screech.
The taxi drifted and came to an emergency stop in the middle of the street.
Julian walked over to the side of the car expressionlessly and opened the door to pull Calvin out.
“Who told you to follow us?” Julian grabbed Calvin by his throat and asked coldly.
Calvin felt like his throat was clamped up as he struggled to breathe. His eyes were filled with fear and shock.
He wanted to struggle, but that only caused the hand around his throat to tighten. In the end, Calvin’s eyes rolled back as he struggled like a fish out of water.
“Let him go, Jul.”
A voice rang out, and Calvin immediately felt the hand around his throat loosen.
The first thing he did was cup his painful neck and take big gulps of fresh air.
For the first time, he realized how lucky he was to be able to breathe easily.
Jasper, who had alighted the car some time ago, felt disappointed when he realized that it was Calvin who had been secretly following him.
He thought that it would be Fabian’s men.
“Why did you follow me?” Jasper asked Calvin.
Catching his breath, Calvin looked at Jasper resentfully and scolded, “Do you own this street? What if I just so happen to be here, huh?”
Jasper requested indifferently, “Slap him, Jul.”
Julian raised his hand to slap Calvin across the face without hesitation.
Even though Julian had already controlled his strength and ‘lightly’ hit the man, the slap almost stripped off a layer of Calvin’s skin.
Slap!
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