Chapter 695: Worth

The bodyguards remained unmoved, their expressions unreadable. 

Seeing their lack of reaction only fueled his fury.

"You think you can just drag me out of here like some delinquent?" he hissed, the glass shard trembling slightly in his hand.

"I'm not leaving until I'm ready."

For a brief moment, silence hung heavy in the room.

But before anyone could make a move, a new voice cut through the tension—a calm, authoritative voice that immediately commanded attention.

"That's enough."

All heads turned toward the doorway, where an older man stood, his presence radiating quiet power.

His hair was silver at the temples, his tailored suit immaculate, and his piercing gaze settled on Young Master Fu with disappointment.

It was Old Mr. Fu.

"You've caused enough of a scene," he said, his voice low but firm. "This childish rebellion of yours ends now."