Grace was extremely anxious as she tugged the corner of Lucas's shirt with a pale expression on her face.
Cleve narrowed his eyes. "Punk, you've got some nerve! But on account of your girlfriend, I'll let you off for now. Get lost immediately!"
Lucas's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be happy. "Thank you so much, Cleve. We'll leave now."
Then he pulled Grace and walked toward the entrance of the restaurant.
But the two of them had just taken a few steps when they were stopped by Cleve, who had flown into a rage, and his underlings.
"Stop!" Cleve roared in fury. "Punk, are you an idiot, or are you deliberately pretending to be stupid in front of me? I told you to get lost and leave the woman behind! If not for your girlfriend's sake, I would have broken both of your legs by now!"