Chapter 97

Gale replied, "I didn't have anything romantic to do with him, and we didn't talk about work. It was just meeting a friend."

"Friend?"

"Yes."

Shawn gritted his teeth. "Okay, stop being friends!"

She was shocked. "Shawn you..."

He had already stepped in front of Sam, grabbed his collar, raised his fist, and slammed it down.

Heavy and harsh.

Sam's nose started to bleed.

Sam staggered backward before finally finding his footing, barely standing still.

"How dare you hit me?" Sam wiped the blood. "Shawn, if you marry her, you should cherish her!"

"Since you know she is my woman, you should die as soon as possible!"

"But you don't love her! Why are you torturing her!"

Shawn sneered. "This is between her and me. You don't get a turn to give us advice!"

"If you can't give her the best, give her back to me." Sam's eyes were firm. "I can treat your trash as a treasure!"

"You wish."

He stepped forward again and threw a punch.

Sam swayed and started to counterattack with a backhand