Seeing the slap coming from above, Adrian Law seemed to have anticipated it, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
However, he did not retreat even half a step, instead standing his ground, and took the slap directly!
Frank Law did not hold back; as a trained fighter, he swiftly left a bright red palm print on Adrian Law's face, which was as delicate as high-grade jade.
...
Seeing the tension in the living room grow thicker, Butler White, standing aside, was nearly frightened out of his wits.
"Sir! Please don't! Stop hitting!"
Butler White wanted to plead for the young master, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Frank Law shot him a cold look.
"He's an ungrateful son, why plead for him? Butler White, go outside, this is none of your business!"
Cold sweat trickled down Butler White's forehead, after all, he had watched Adrian grow up, and could not help but look at him with pity a few more times, but in the end, he could only sigh, and silently left.
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