Cole Yeats watched as Sheldon Reid's bodyguard strode forward and, in the simplest and most brutal manner, repeatedly slapped his older brother a dozen times across the face. Cole didn't move a muscle, but the resentment in his eyes showed he was anything but indifferent.
'It's not that I feel any injustice for this worthless oaf.'
'It's that I hate having to submit to Sheldon Reid! I hate that I actually feel relieved!'
Because Sheldon's actions meant he wouldn't pursue the matter any further.
The portly man who had been beaten didn't even dare let out a peep. He cradled his aching face, forced himself to apologize to Sheldon Reid, and then scurried away after Cole Yeats.
In the blink of an eye, only Sheldon Reid's group and a dumbfounded Paige Summers and Lucian Chapman remained.
They had expected a vicious fight, not such a sudden plot twist.
Paige looked thoughtfully at Sheldon Reid, a vague understanding dawning on her.
