Alder Vitelli had just lowered his head, when a fierce fist swung at his face, punching him hard!
The thunderous punch knocked him directly to the ground.
"Oscar..." Emma Aiden was just about to help him, when Harrison Yale, who threw the punch, already grabbed her wrist.
She turned her head and met his cold, fierce Dark Eyes, like a vortex filled with demonic energy that could destroy a person's soul.
Her pupils tightened, her lips moved, but before she could say anything, Harrison Yale was already pulling her out of the Private Room.
"Emma!" Alder Vitelli stood up instinctively, wanting to chase after them.
Charles White, who had been motionless, agilely moved to Alder Vitelli's side and placed a hand on his shoulder, controlling him.
"Mr. Oscar, I was very interested in what you said earlier. My fiancée and I also fell in love at first sight. Do you mind chatting with me?"
