Are You Teaching Me a Lesson?

The force felt as if it wanted to forcibly break her wrist.

Miles McNamara felt a sudden pain, and even his alcohol-numbed brain became much clearer. He looked at Tristan in front of him, cursing furiously, "Who the fuck are you? How dare you lay hands on me! Have you had enough of living?"

Cynthia saw Tristan and the coldness in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle smile. "Why did you come?"

"If I hadn't come, my girlfriend might have been bullied." Tristan said, forcefully pushing away Miles McNamara.

Cynthia chuckled, "So my boyfriend arrived just in time."

On the ground, Miles McNamara, now thoroughly embarrassed, rolled up his sleeves and aggressively charged toward Tristan. "Today, I'll show you how to behave with your tail between your legs!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tristan unceremoniously kicked him away. Enveloped in a chilling aura, he looked down at the fallen Miles McNamara, his refined brows exuding a cold and ruthless air.