"Eldest Young Master!"
Jack Woods was stunned after hearing Alexander Johnson's orders: "How can you let him go? A scumbag like this will only cause endless troubles if we let him go, not to mention he has the video of you and Miss Simpson."
"I said, let him go!"
Of course Alexander Johnson understood what Jack Woods was saying; he didn't want to let Lucas Hughes go either.
He clenched his ticket tightly, his veins bulging as if they were about to explode.
"Yes, Eldest Young Master."
With Alexander Johnson's command, Jack Woods had no choice but to let Lucas Hughes go.
And Lucas Hughes, having the upper hand, fully displayed his ugly demeanor.
He walked up to Jack Woods, brazenly taunting: "Tsk tsk tsk, what? Do you hate letting me go? Your master said to let me go; what else can you say? Just a dog trying to bite? Ha, let's see if you have the guts."
"Get lost!"
Alexander Johnson closed his eyes, wishing he could get up and stab Lucas Hughes for saying even one more word.
