The doors of the Nymara Hotel were suddenly kicked open, and several policemen in uniform rushed in, taking positions at the corners of the room.
William, surrounded by a few officers, sneered. "I kicked your son, Mr. Anderson. Got a problem with that?"
Brock, who was just now displaying a fierce demeanor, suddenly became submissive. "No, no, of course not. How could I dare have a problem with you, Mr. Hayes?"
Myriads Group had influence all over the country.
If Brock were to offend William, a slight business manipulation by William could bankrupt the Anderson family's company in minutes.
There was no way he would dare cross William.
Ignoring him, William approached Olivia, checking her over with concern. "Are you alright?"
Olivia slightly turned away, avoiding his probing gaze. "I'
