Unbeknownst to everyone, a group of men in suits had suddenly appeared at the entrance.

Kelvin and Brent had obvious wounds on their solemn faces.

They respectfully stood behind Ethan.

Meanwhile, there was a scar on Ethan's brow.

Ethan's cold and dominant aura loomed over the place.

Darrell gaped in disbelief. "How could this be? Didn't you …"

Ethan strode over with an icy expression. He then picked up the pace and stood right before Darrell in no time.

Ethan reached out and grabbed Darrell's neck without a word.

In comparison to Ethan, Darrell was thinner. This put him on the chopping block against Ethan's attack. The only thing Darrell could do was to reflexively take a few steps back. However, Ethan was walking faster and faster.

Noticing that there was some champagne behind them, Jessica yelled, "Stop! Stop right there!" She shouted with all her might, but it was in vain.

Her only hope was Edmund. "Edmund, stop him!"

But Edmund stood still with an indifferent express