Young Master Haynes, Master Haynes, could you please take your two friends and leave first? That's the only way it's safe! Are you out of your mind to be arguing now?
Nico Haynes completely ignored Clayton Teston's signal, glaring coldly at Wells Morales with disdain.
Wells gestured to his subordinates, and a group surrounded Nico and his two friends.
Clayton's heart sank, knowing that the words "talk it out" wouldn't work on either Wells or Nico. With a serious look, he whispered gravely to the four security guards behind him, "Go help Young Master Haynes; protect the two women behind him! Even if you lose an arm or a leg, stand your ground to protect those two ladies!"
"Yes!"
The atmosphere in the booth turned explosive, tension reaching its peak, and everyone's nerves were on edge.
No one knew who stepped on the glass shards on the floor, or which side made the first move, but the scene spiraled out of control instantly. The shouts and clattering filled the ears.
