That man… he had to be the sugar daddy that the paralegal mentioned, right?

Still, what sort of a sugar daddy was capable of pulling off such a feat?

Jackson stared down the man who had assaulted Serenity coldly. He issued an instruction to the subordinates who were following him. “When you bring him back, give him a taste of what it’s like to be slapped.”

“Understood,” replied one of the men. For Jackson to have specially given an instruction, it was practically guaranteed that this man would be wishing for his death later on.

The man without the mask trembled in fear. As he watched Jackson carry Serenity over to a black Bentley, he yelled out, “Who on earth are you? And that woman… is she really just a paralegal?!”

Given her average looks, how could she possibly have such a strong person backing her?!

The man found it impossible to believe.

What he had initially thought was an easy mission had turned out to be the complete opposite.

No one answered his question. Instea