"God damn it, who dares spoil my fun?!"

Dr. Cain clutched his waist that was hurting from the kick and climbed to his feet with embarrassment. Before he could take a good look at the person in front of him, another fierce kick landed on his abdomen.

That person had kicked him viciously. It hurt so much that Dr. Cain felt himself break out in a cold sweat. He was bowed over for a long time, not saying anything.

Rosalie looked at the man in front of her that exuded a coldness from his entire body and could not help but be stunned. Internally, she was inexplicably calm.

"Watch your hand. If you don't want it, I don't mind removing it for you."

Byron was dressed in an expressive custom suit, his combed back hair revealing his sharp features. His lips were pressed into a line as his eyes and brows were filled with cruelty.

It took quite a bit before Dr. Cain calmed down. He looked up, saw the man's face, and knew he was not just all talk. Dr. Cain’s face was instantly paled with