Was this man… the so-called sugar daddy that the lawyer's assistant had mentioned?
But what kind of sugar daddy had such terrifying power?
Jeffrey's eyes turned cold as he glanced at the man without a mask.
His tone was sharp and commanding when he spoke to the subordinate beside him. "Keep an eye on this one. Make sure he understands exactly what it feels like to be slapped across the face."
"Understood," the subordinate replied immediately, a chill running through him.
With Jeffrey's order, it was clear the man wouldn't come out of this unscathed.
The man without the mask trembled, watching as Jeffrey bent down and carefully carried Rachel toward the sleek black Bentley parked nearby.
Panic flooded his eyes as he suddenly shouted, "Who are you?! And her.. she's just an assistant, right?!"
How could an assistant, a woman who didn't even stand out in a crowd have someone this powerful rushing to her rescue?
The entire situation felt surreal.
