"If Apologies Work, Why Do We Need Police?"

Mindy seemed like an emotionless puppet, pressed to the ground by Carl and Max, giving three heavy kowtows to Cynthia. Carl, with an expressionless face, said, "Apologize to Miss Shannon!" As he spoke, the hand on Mindy's shoulder exerted a bit more force. Given the inherent power disparity between men and women, coupled with Carl's brutish nature, he had no understanding of delicate treatment.

After a brief standoff, Mindy finally succumbed in a sorry state. "Shan, Miss Shannon, I'm sorry..."

"Are you calmer now?" Tristan extended his knuckle-defined fingers, brushing aside the stray hair near her temple.

Cynthia nodded, feeling quite satisfied. However, considering that today was the San Heith Summit, with members from the four major families gathering, if the matter escalated too much, it might lead to unfavorable rumors about Quinn.

Mindy's hair was disheveled, her forehead swollen, completely devoid of the high and mighty demeanor she had before.