Michelle Yowell pointed at the Rolls-Royce. “That idiot inside the car hit mine and even hurt Jeremiah. Not only does he want me to compensate for twenty million dollars, but he even cursed our family! He insisted on going to our house to seek justice for Grandpa!”

“What?”

Everyone thought they had a hearing problem.

They wondered how such an obnoxious person could survive in California!

Out of nowhere, someone shouted, “Are you still dreaming? Perhaps you’re tired of living that you’re here to challenge the Yowells! I’m gonna find out what makes you so arrogant!”

Sean Yowell was the one yelling, a generally hot-tempered man. He was the better martial arts practitioner amongst the rest at the scene.

He yanked the car door open rudely and glared in menace. “Get out of the car now, you brute!”

Alex was calm and expressionless as he remained seated inside the car. “Who do you think you are to summon me out of my car? Get your leader here to see me.”

What?

Sean felt his blood rush