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Did they roully think Westfield was mado of mud?

Filled with rage, there was no nood ao hold back any longer. He stepped forward.

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed as a slap landed hard on Philip Ramirez face, leaving five bright red fnger marks.

"You have no right to order me around:"

Silence!

This shocking scene rendered everyone present speechless! A lowly son-in-law had slapped the young master ofThe Jacob Sanders

The slap was so powerful that Philip Ramirez ears rang, nearly losing his senses. His grip on Blue Springs hand was forced to release as he staggered to stabilize himself against a nearby table.

After regaining his senses, Johnny Watson was furious, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Westfield.

"You...you dare to hit me?"

He roared and lunged at Westfield.

However, Westfield effortlessly dodged, stepping on his back, sending Vincent crashing face-first intothe ground.

Lying there, Philip Ramirez face turned beet red.

Gritting his teeth as he got up, he threw a heavy punch at Westfield.

Philip!

There was a loud noise, and before the crowd could see Westfield's move, Johnny Watson was already flying backward, crashing into the wall!

He wailed in pain.

"What's going on? How is he so fast?"

"Holy shit, he really dared to hit him, that's Mr. George!"

"Poor Mr. George, meeting someone who doesn't fear trouble. Looks like he's going to back down."

As the young master of the central plains' number one family, he had learned various skills from a youngage,and combat was a compulsory subject. Beating up someone like Johnny Watson, who was nothing but a

sack of wine and rice, was Hike squashing an ant.

Maria Stewart was also shocked by Westfield's performance.

Although she knew Westfield was always efficient in his work, she never expected him to be able to fght but what surprised her even more was the fierceness in Westfield's eyes when he struck, something she had never seen before.

Johnny Watson hit the wall, dazed until Andrea Lopez helped him up, and he gradually regained his senses.

"Mr. Matthew, let's just let it go, a wise man does not eat the loss in front of him," Andrea Lopez cautiously advised.

Others friendly with The Jordan Lopez also suggested, "Mr. George, this reckless guy is just a brute.There's no need to stoop to his level right now. A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years."

Unexpectedly, Philip Ramirez expression grew even more furious, shaking off Andrea Lopez harshly and cursing at Westfield, "You bastard!"

"I want you dead!"

He was completely enraged.

"Brother Noad, help me!"

Johnny Watson shouted, his shrill voice piercing through the hall and reaching outside.

The next second, a towering figure appeared at the doorway.

The man was tall and burly, his face chiseled, with a long scar running down his left cheek, cutting through the corner of his eye. His very presence brought a tense. oppressive feeling of fear.

"Im sorry for being late, young master."

His arrival instantly bolstered Philip Ramirez confidence.

"Brother Noad, I'm troubled to ask for your help. Get rid of this trash for me. Today, I want him dead!"

Upon hearing this, Noad didn't ask why, but stepped forward, looking coldly at Westfield, "Kid, how do you want to die?"

As a bodyguard, he had been with The Jordan Lopez for half a year without a chance to show his strength,taking a hefty salary without earning it, which made him feel guilty.

Now,looking at Westfield, he knew his opportunity to repay the favor had come.

"It's him, Noad! No wonder Mr. George is so confident."

"Oh? Is this Noad that impressive?"

"More than impressive, he's a retired special forces soldier. He once went into the Golden Triangle alone and single-handedly took down a drug lord's lair, receiving military commendation. He's a true soldier king!"

His identity announced, the crowd in the hall applauded.

Facing a tough guy like Noad, even if Westfield didn't die, he would leave half his life behind.

"Westfield, just apologize."

At this moment, Maria Stewart suddenly spoke up.

Although she deeply resented Westfield, deep down, she didn't want to see him disabled by a beating. "Apologize? For what reason should I apologize?" Westfield scoffed.

With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Brother Noad, teach Westfield a lesson!"

Noad's eyes flashed with a harsh light as he charged at Westfield with incredible speed, swinging his fist towards him.