Yale scanned Frederic up and down. He stepped forward to ask when he saw the latter staying quiet for some time. “Mr. Constable, did you think about it?”
“My business is none of your concern.” Frederic looked at him coldly. “On the contrary, you should look after yourself if you’re free, Mr. Yale. Hah, you don’t look too good. Is it hard getting it up nowadays?”
“Who the f*ck are you commenting on!?”
“It’s beneficial to control yourself accordingly!” Frederic smirked cryptically and patted the man’s shoulder. “Impotence and baldness would be unfortunate when you’re so young. You’d be embarrassing the Hamertons then!”
“You—”
Yale wanted to react physically, but Frederic caught his wrist and threw him feet away. He was drunk, but he was pretty strong.
Frederic smiled and walked out of the carpark.
Yale knew that Zephyr’s close friends were not helpless weaklings, but he did not expect a mere lawyer to fight him like this!
Cordelia had removed his personal bodyguards too, so he did not have any men of his own!
The car beside Yale became his venting punching bag, and he kicked it hard.
The car’s alarm rang abruptly.
It was too late for Yale to leave. A few brawny men came out of the bar. They looked intoxicated and aggressive as they glared at him.
“Who the f*ck kicked my car!?”
Yale jolted. Before he could react, one of the men yanked him by the back of his collar.
“What are you doing? You… Are you blind? Do you not know who I am?”
The man studied him carefully with a squint before he shook his head.
“Who’s this idiot?”
“You—”
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