The look on Dimitri's face changed instantly.
The next thing he knew, Nathan had raised his fist and sent it flying toward him.
Although it looked like an ordinary punch, it actually carried a terrifying and overwhelming power.
Dimitri let out a yelp as he desperately tried to block it, but the punch landed on his chest with lightning speed.
Bam!
Like how artillery fire would leave craters in the ground, Dimitri's chest caved after Nathan's fist made contact with it. He coughed up a huge mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backward and fell before Raphael's feet.
“I have said this three days ago. If Bryson does not apologize to Ms. Windsor on his knees and beg for forgiveness, I will break his legs. Now, where is Bryson?” Nathan asked with an indifferent look on his face.
Bryson, who was standing next to Raphael, went pale instantly after witnessing Nathan's strength and hearing his threat. Despite being a grown adult, he instinctively leaned in toward his grandfather for protection.
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