Chapter 147

Clinton was confident in his powerful connections, believing that even if that young man were from some influential family, he had picked the wrong fight and better be ready to lose both legs.

He smirked and said in a mocking tone, "Wyatt, why do you put yourself through this? The Lowell family offered you a butler position several times. If you'd accepted, you wouldn't be in this mess now."

"Please, Clinton," Wyatt begged on his knees. "I know I messed up. Just let the young man go; he's not involved in this."

He ignored Clinton's mention of the Lowell family because that was never an option for him. Instead, he just felt terrible for dragging that stranger into his troubles.

"Oh, Wyatt, you can't even help yourself, and you're worried about others? Think about what's going to happen to Noelle tonight! As for this clueless kid, you'll be watching him beg for mercy soon enough."

Clinton laughed and pulled up a chair, ready to enjoy the show. He could already picture the young man