"Mr. Allen, are you deliberately making things difficult for us today?" Sachie had a grim expression on his face. He was used to being flattered and had never been threatened by others.
"Allen, I know what you're thinking. Let me handle this matter." Jacob stopped him.
Allen nodded, put down the bottle in his hand, and stepped aside.
"Repeat what you said about my father just now," Jacob walked to Sachie and said lightly.
Sachie glanced at Lelga. He found that he looked calm. From his eyes, Sachie understood what he meant, and he seemed to have found some confidence. He stood up and said, "Cameron can't control himself."
Bang!
As soon as his voice fell, Jacob slapped him and he flew five or six meters away. Sachie's stalwart body fell on an expensive crystal table, smashing it into pieces.
Since they had quarreled openly, Jacob didn't bother to be polite with him. He didn't care about other people at all. He pulled Sachie's collar and pulled him out.