That night at Solo Hotel, Trent's resolute and unhealthily yellow face was still fresh in his mind.
It was like a shadow that could not be dispersed.
That was the first time in his life that he had wanted to slap himself.
He provoked someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
The young Mr. Bentham in Washington!
At the same time, this was also the first time he had spent twenty-four hours thinking about how to make up for the consequences.
But what he did not expect was...
Before he could think of a way out, his club was visited by the young Mr. Bentham.
Wasn't everything trying to make things difficult for him?
Just as Randy was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do, Roy's cry for help suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Mr. Delamare, Mr. Delamare, save me... Kill this bastard quickly... He ... he broke my legs!
"Mr. Delamare..."
All of a sudden, the gazes of everyone present focused on Randy.