The Devil clearly underestimated Nathan Bolton's cheekiness.
After all, the impact of a single sentence is limited.
He even kissed his own wife right in front of Noah Carter.
Noah Carter got so mad he grabbed him and threw him out, "Behaving like a hooligan?!"
Nathan Bolton, ever composed, brushed off nonexistent dust from himself, "Kissing my wife is love, not hooliganism."
"Get lost quickly."
Noah Carter could only feel his blood pressure rising.
Nathan Bolton took a long, deep look at Lorraine Hughes again, got in the off-roader, with the Devil and his men following.
When Noah Carter felt his blood pressure drop a bit and turned around, he saw Lorraine Hughes gazing wistfully at the off-roader's departing silhouette, her cheeks flush with unrestrained concern.
His heart felt like it had been struck, bitter yet helpless, coveting warmth that wasn't his.
