Rachel Bow picked up the coffee on the table and poured it over Ian Roan, and as he dodged, she threw the cup and quickly ran off.
"Damn it!"
Ian Roan looked at the coffee stains splattered on his body, his face dark as the sky before a storm.
"Mr. Rowe, are you alright?" Tom looked at him nervously, heart pounding like a drum, silently admiring how daring this woman was to treat the young master of the Rowe Family like this.
"Why are you standing there? Go after her!"
Tom, scolded, stumbled slightly and hurriedly responded, chasing after Rachel Bow who had run away. Unfortunately, he was a step too late; when he got outside, he saw her getting into a fiery red sports car, speeding away.
"This is bad... there's really no turning back now."
Tom wasn't foolish; that woman caused such a scene, she must have really captured something on her phone.
In a clash of titans, what could he, a small-time variety show director with a little fame but no background, do?
