Aside from Sharon and Murphy, Leslie and Edwin were at the front door as well.

Had it not been for Leslie and Edwin blocking the path, these furious westerners would’ve charged right into the Clarke family’s garden villa.

Despite the duo’s efforts, several of the family guards still got beaten up. Some were lying on the ground after receiving painful blows. It was a horrible sight.

“What’s going on?”

“Who hit the guards?”

Harvey walked out, his face as calm as still water.

“I did. What of it?”

Murphy was dressed in western clothing. He glared at Harvey, full of rage.

“You finally showed up, you despicable man!”

“You didn’t win last night’s auction, so you robbed us while we’re on the way home?!”

“You’re a vile man! Where’s your shame?!”

“How dare you call yourself the Head Coach?!”

“Screw you!”

“Everytime I see people like you, my blood boils for Country H!”

“I can’t believe I’m from the same country as someone like you! You’re embarrassing the entire country!”

“I’d rat