But who was he? She didn't know him.
"You…" Jenna had just started to speak when Eric Kensington strode over. With the deal so close to being finalized, this brat who had appeared out of nowhere was clearly looking to die!
He grabbed the man's collar with his left hand, raised his right fist high, and snarled, "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose where it doesn't belong?"
A slight smile touched the man's lips. "I'm just a waiter here, but I can't stand by and watch you bully a woman."
"Looks like a toad wants a taste of swan meat. Eric, it seems a lot of men have their eyes on your wife." Mr. Young's eyes narrowed. He suddenly snatched a wine glass from the coffee table and hurled it outward.
CRASH! Shards of glass flew everywhere, startling the hostesses nearby, who all leaped to their feet.
The bodyguards standing out in the corridor all rushed in, awaiting a single command from Mr. Young.
