Milo rushed over, grabbed Kylin, and punched him in the face.
Kylin, unable to dodge, took the blow, blood immediately welling up at the corner of his mouth.
Milo’s cold eyes locked onto him. “Kylin, didn’t you hear Lena? She chose me. You’d better stay away from her.”
Kylin wiped the blood from his lip, saying nothing, and launched into a fight. The rage in his heart needed an outlet.
Milo, equally furious, was happy to oblige.
The two men grappled, overturning the coffee table in their struggle. Anything that got in their way was destroyed. Apart from the sofa Lena sat on, the entire room looked like it had been vandalized, even the crystal chandelier on the ceiling wasn’t spared.
By the time Lena recovered from her breathlessness, the room was practically demolished.
Cole stood a
