Chapter 273: The Evil Will Get Their Dues

Jasmine Yale was released, taking in a breath of fresh air, and coughing non-stop.

"Is the young lady's birthday banquet a place for you to make trouble?" The man glared coldly at Nancy Emmett sprawled on the ground, his eyes slightly chilling.

Only then, leaning against the wall to steady herself, did Jasmine Yale look at the man.

He was tall and slender, with delicate and handsome features. His face was cold and projected an aura of aloofness.

His eyes, in particular, were clear yet filled with a potent killing intent, like frost-covered ice.

His black suit was understated and elegant, highlighting his unfeeling coldness.

"I was wrong, I was wrong... I was just... I was just fooling around with this lady..." Nancy Emmett, lying on the ground, begged pitifully.

Blood flowed unstoppable from her nose, the air reeked of blood.

Jasmine Yale smirked, "Who said I was playing with you? You wanted to kill me, right?"