Bob's cheek was swelling as blood trickled from the corner of his lips. Unfortunately, he could only fume silently in impotent rage.
Watching all this happen from their car, Nathan urged to Penny, "Stay here. I'll be right back."
In truth, the moment their BMW came to a stop nearby, the thugs had already taken notice of them. After all, any random commoner would not have been able to afford such a luxurious car.
They knew that the president of Cross Corporation had arrived.
At that moment, Nathan Cross stepped out from the car.
Carl exchanged glances with his men before they turned as a unit to look at Nathan, hostility written across their faces.
Bob rushed forward to greet him, respect in his tone, "Mr. Cross, you're here! These men are being unreasonable...”
Eyeing the injured man, Nathan spoke, "I know. You should wipe the blood from your lips first."
Bob grimaced as he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the blood.
Turning to look at the fierce-looking thugs, Nathan's voice was hard as he asked, "Who sent you here to cause trouble?"
The group of men sneered at him in reply.
Carl sized him up before letting out a villainous chuckle, "You trying to act the hero in front of your pretty boss? Let's see what you're capable of then!"
With that, he lifted his hand before bringing it down in a smack across Nathan's face.
He had never failed to land a hit before.
Yet before his hand had even touched Nathan's face, the man's hand snapped out to grab his wrist tightly.
"You!"
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