Freya was worried that he would kill someone, so she hurriedly called out to him, "Bradley, I said I would get revenge for myself. You don't need to get your hands dirty with this kind of scum."
No one dared approach Bradley in his rage. Freya's words stopped his fists. After looking at her, his blood-stained handsome face smiled weakly.
"Fine, I'll listen to you."
Bradley let go of the man, then threw another punch before taking a handkerchief from his bodyguard to clean his face and hands. He then came back to the stage.
Meanwhile, his back wound split open under his black shirt, leaving a dark blood trail but no bloodstains.
Freya heartbrokenly looked at him. She nearly went to check his wound, but she refrained.
She looked at Sophie coldly.
"Aunt Sophie, you schemed against my m
