Jackson Russo had long known he couldn't avoid this hurdle, feeling utterly helpless inside, as if he had no idea what he had done wrong in his past life to deserve this.
"Bro, I didn't expect such a thing to happen all of a sudden either..."
Joel Russo looked at him darkly, "Three sentences, what exactly happened?"
"I was having a meal with Arabella."
"Milo Sims came over to chat with Arabella."
"Sarah Connelly ran over and accused Arabella of seducing her fiancé!"
Jackson Russo didn't pause at all, as if these three sentences had been going through his mind countless times.
Joel Russo narrowed his eyes, "So, it was Sarah who slapped her, and Sarah who injured her leg?"
Jackson Russo nodded, "Yes!"
Joel Russo's handsome face tightened, his brows exuded cold menace and darkness.
He suddenly let go of the hand he was gripping Jackson Russo with, dropped his arm, and clenched his long fingers into a fist, his sleeve bulging from the tension of his muscles.
