Chapter 213

In his thirty years of life, no one had ever dared to disregard Dorian as Kevan just did. Infuriated, his facial muscles began twitching as he gritted his teeth.

Struggling to stand upright, he rushed toward Kevan. Due to his enormous weight, the floor trembled violently with each step he took.

Kevan stood unmoving, simply using his hand to push Larissa aside.

"Stay back," he instructed her.

Larissa, still remembering Kevan's remarkable performance at the Quinn Bar, wasn't worried about him. To avoid standing in the way, she obediently stepped back, hiding behind Reuben.

Dorian swung his short, thick arm at Kevan's face, but Kevan blocked it inches away from his face by grabbing his wrist. Kevan's painful grip on his arm caused him to cry out in agony, and his imposing demeanor instantly disappeared.

Dorian's face contorted in pain. His menacing expression was quite a sight to behold.

The commotion caused by the two of them attracted the attention of the people in the study, w