"If you want to pursue someone, you shouldn't use these kinds of tactics to force her hand!"
"Me, force her?" Jasper Quinn clutched his chest as he slowly stood up. He tried to meet Silas Thorne at eye level, but he was no match in either height or presence and could only look up at him. "Mr. Thorne, by what right are you accusing me?"
"How long have you and Joyce been carrying on this affair? Are you living together? What have you been doing in private? Do you dare admit it in front of Kian Jacobs?"
"His wife?"
Jasper Quinn sneered. "That's just talk. Don't tell me you can actually give her a legitimate title?"
"Joyce Monroe, you're not a little girl in her teens anymore. Be realistic."
"I'm your only right choice!"
The moment Jasper Quinn's words fell, Silas Thorne's fingers at his side had already clenched into a fist. He shrugged off his trench coat, tossing it to Quentin Walsh as he undid his cufflinks.
Then,
He smashed a fist into Jasper Quinn's face!
