"You better know what''s best for you, Xynthia!" he snarled. "You''re drinking no matter what! As for you!"


    Harlem red at Harvey.


    "Filth like you has no right to talk in a ce like this!


    "Either you stand on the side like the good live-in son-inw you are, or you get the f*ck out of here!"


    Since she was caught in a tough spot, Xynthia tried to mediate the situation.


    "I can drink this, Mr. Lee. No need to make it harder for Harvey..."


    "What''s the point of saying all that now, Xynthia?"


    Harlem''s face darkened; he naturally nned to chase Harvey out before anything else.


    "Let me tell you something, kid! You only got the chance to sit here and drink such expensive wine because of


    Xynthia!


    "If that wasn''t the case, you wouldn''t have that right-even if you work for eight different lifetimes! "A peasant using


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    his sister-inw''s reputation should know his ce beforeing here!


    "At least have some self-awareness, alright?


    "If there weren''t a lot of people here - if I didn''t care about my image, I would''ve sent you flying with a single p!"


    Harlem red coldly at Harvey. There were people who wanted to cause him trouble before, but what happened to


    them in the end?


    All ended up dying horribly.


    ''It''d be good if Harvey knew what was best for him...


    ''If not, I wouldn''t mind teaching him a good lesson!''


    Harvey was unperturbed. "Do you really think you''re that impressive just because you''re an actor from Country J?"


    Harlem sprung out of his chair furiously.


    "Say it again if you dare, you b*stard!"


    Bam!


    Suddenly, a beer bottle flew straight ahead.


    Harvey instinctively stepped back, pulling Xynthia into his arms. A fragrant smell wafted in the air. Soon after, the


    bottle smashed right against Harlem''s head.


    "Aaagh!"


    Harlem screamed in pain while covering his bloody face, his expression wretched.


    The ss shards scattered all over the marble table. It was aplete mess.


    Imani and the others quickly stumbled out of the way.


    Because of their fear, their makeup was slightly ruined. The foundation melted and dripped all over the ground.


    Imani immediately exploded in anger.


    Which one of you b*stards was it?!"


    "Talk! Who is it?!" Harlem yelled angrily.


    "I''m giving you one minute! Get out of here and kneel!"


    "If not, I''ll let you know what it means to suffer for going against me!


    "B*stard!"


    "Heh, heh, heh! Not bad. You''ve got guts! No wonder you''d dare go for my woman."


    A group of sinister-looking people appeared, grinning menacingly. Their clothes were all custom-made from all sorts


    of luxurious brands. Eight hostesses in tube tops could be seen behind them as well.


    A young man with a buzz cut was standing in front of the group. He had a soft smile, but it instilled fear in people''s


    hearts. He''d make people shiver with just a single nce.


    Behind him stood a huge group of fierce men with chiseled abs, all suited up.