"What? You, you dare to lay a hand on Mr. Wolfe?" Jasmine's face turned pale with fear, standing to the side, looking at Theophilus in disbelief.
Completely unexpected, before even finishing his sentence, Theophilus flipped the table right then and there, and with a swift punch and kick, caused Mr. Wolfe to bleed profusely. How ruthless! Did he not know who Mr. Wolfe really was?
The situation unfolded abruptly, leaving people stunned. Jasmine couldn't believe it. How could a man who clung to women's skirts be so powerful? How was that even possible? Wasn't he just a weakling?
"That skirt-chaser over there, why don't you quickly kneel down and apologize to Mr. Wolfe! If not, your whole family will have to be buried with you, you know? Mr. Wolfe is a noble gentleman from country M, someon
