Natalie Rogers humbly continued to ask, "Since I've apologized and we've forgiven, can we go back now?"
Thomas Hughes replied blandly, "Mrs. Knox, our Boss hasn't finished speaking yet."
"What... what else is there?"
A cold, sardonic smile appeared on Waylon Lewis's extraordinarily handsome face, and he beckoned with a finger.
The tall and burly bodyguards behind him stepped forward expressionlessly and stood in front of Alexander Knox.
Alexander's face turned icy, and he clenched his fists, "What do you mean by this?"
Waylon stared coldly at him, "No other meaning. Twenty people attacked Wyatt; I'm not bullying you. If you can defeat these ten bodyguards of mine, you can take your mother and leave."
Alexander gritted his teeth. This was clearly an eye for an eye.
"What if I don't?"
Waylon raised an eyebrow, "Then what happens to your mom will depend on my mood."
"Ah? No, please... Alexander, save me... save me." Natalie panicked, filled with fear.
