Chapter 865
Weston swept a glance at her, and the anger he had managed to suppress rose again.
At Little Puppy‘s desperate actions, Weston grabbed his wrist hard and tossed him to the side.
And so he was thrown to the side like a helpless little chick as if he weighed nothing. It didn‘t take much to fling him away.
Thud.
Before Little Puppy could react, he felt his head spinning as he was lifted off the ground and thrown onto the coffee table.
Searing pain tore through his entire back. He gasped, then lost his senses for a good while...
This man had a terrifying amount of strength, bringing credence to the fact that he had an excellent physique.
Damn. If he was coming to compete for business, how were they even going to survive?
Little Puppy was so upset that his eyes turned red.
“You hit me? How could you!”
He began to act pitifully.
That was his style, anyway.
The lady guests, all older than him, had their maternal instincts fired, unable to bear seeing him cry. It was why many of the handsome men here were obedient and well–behaved.
“Sis, I am in so much pain... This man is rough. If he can hit me now, I‘m afraid he might vent his anger on you when he is not happy.”
Little Puppy began to argue on his own behalf as best he could.
Although this man bettered him physically, he had an awful temper, which meant his service would certainly pale in comparison
Stella felt a headache coming on. “He‘s not...”
Before she could say anything, Weston, who was beside her, interrupted coldly.
“What did you call her?”
Little Puppy shuddered and quickly hid behind Stella. “Sis, he is so mean... If it were me, I would never be this mean. I‘ll be worried that I might scare you off...
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