Beatrice was overwhelmed. “Thanks Felix!”

Felix was staring at the tall building, smiling proudly.

However, little did he know that his father was already rushing towards them, despite having a cast on one of his legs. In the driver’s seat was his bodyguard, Jay Sanders.

Jay was around his thirties and is quite skilled in fighting as he used to be the first runner-up in the national kickboxing competition. He was extremely confused as to why Edgar felt the need to rush to apologize to someone even with his leg broken. He asked, “Mr. Shepherd, you’re badly injured. Even if you did want to apologize, couldn’t you have waited until your wound healed? Your health is important.”

Edgar was panicking. “What would you know? That bastard Felix is trying to dig our graves! He’s proposing to the wife of Lord Rockefeller. Now that Lord Lex Gunther wants me there, how could I not rush?”

Upon hearing this, Jay fell speechless and sped up the car.

At the same time, Alex and Maya had reached the