Henry Russell wouldn't let it go; someone insulted his wife in front of him. If it weren't for Charlotte Cooper holding him back, he would've given that person a beating.
"Watch your mouth, and don't assume that I won't hit you."
The look in his eyes didn't seem like he was lying.
But the person who dared to provoke Henry wasn't afraid, laughing mysteriously as if plotting something.
The others were different, already calling friends and gathering around, "Hurry up, there's more drama."
Anyway, the situation was now dispersed, and the staff weren't in a hurry. As long as no one started fighting, they couldn't interfere.
The crowd grew bigger, and the guy became more excited, "Hey, does your foot hurt, girl? Your sugar daddy must be so heartbroken. Are you expecting a house or a car in return? Anyway, I wouldn't give you anything, and I won't compensate for anything. I, Joe Mason, am not a fool, you cheap woman…"
"You…"