Quill was an aristocratic heir in River City after all.

He was highly respected in the entire River City.

He came to Reach For Will Group and was specifically told to f*ck off.

How could Quill stand it when it happened in front of members of the Quinn family?

"F*ck you..."

Quill lost his temper and turned his head to curse, not caring who it was.

However, Quill's voice came to a screeching halt the next second. It was as if he had something stuck in his throat.

It was a young man who was not very old—about thirty years old.

Forget about his well-tailored suit. He radiated a powerful aura that intimidated Quill that he dared not say anything.

The look in the young man's eyes was utterly fierce, terrifying people.

What kind of look was that?

It was as if Quill would die if he swore.

Quill was no stranger to that look.

It was because he had seen it in Sean's eyes.

It was as if the young man was someone like Sean.

"Who are you?"

Quill asked coldly after swallowing the profa