William Frans: "..."!!
Mr. Lawrence: "..."!!
Both men looked at Lucas Scott in astonishment, or more precisely, they were staring at the cell phone in his hand.
They were individuals of high status, and if their embarrassing behavior leaked out for others to see, how could they show their faces in public?
Yet, even in their anxiety, they dared not ask Lucas Scott a single question as he lounged on the sofa, casually twirling his cell phone.
"Any objections?" Lucas Scott glanced at them with indifferent lips.
"We wouldn't dare."
The two men, who had just snapped out of their daze, looked at each other. Their faces were so swollen that it was unbearable to look at, and neither could bring themselves to strike.
All they could do was to discuss briefly, hitting each other with a slap in the face...
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
The sound of slaps, neither too light nor too heavy, echoed in the reception room.
