Horion Jones let out an unintentional smile, his tone carrying an undetectable provocation.
"I can't guarantee that, after all, I'm quite fond of Belinda Howard, and she was drunk just now, seeming to mistake me for you. As a man, you should understand, it's generally difficult for anyone to resist a woman who throws herself at them, right?"
On the phone, Horion Jones spoke carelessly but successfully ignited Fenton Stuart's rage!
He remembered last time, Belinda Howard ended up kissing him all over the place. If, at this time, she mistook Horion Jones for himself, wouldn't that mean...
The hand resting on the steering wheel gradually tightened, and the veins on Fenton Stuart's forehead began to bulge, his cold tone carrying a chilling murderous intent.
"If you dare touch her, I will make sure you die without a place to be buried."
