John is arriving at that moment.

"How dare you speak to the woman who raised you like that, you're a disgrace," he said, raising his hand to slap his daughter. He felt a strong hand pressing down, and he let out a groan of pain.

"Don't touch my wife," Kyle growled with a dark look.

"Mr. Pratt, my daughter just insulted the woman who protected her like a mother. I don't know where the education we instilled in her went," John asserted angrily.

"Is hitting her the best solution?" Kyle released John and positioned himself next to his wife, putting an arm around her waist to continue. "Now she is my wife, and no one…" he fixed a murderous gaze on the people in front of him, "I mean, no one lays a finger on her. Anyone who dares to touch her will get to know me."

John felt uncomfortable and swallowed hard; now he understands that he can't mess with that brat, or his company's actions could be affected.

Karen was fuming, unable to believe the luck of that brat for marrying that tyrant, she