Everyone was utterly shocked, rooted to the spot, not knowing what had provoked this man.
Weren't Adrian Shaw and Jasper Grant sworn enemies?
Why was he now protecting Jasper Grant's scholarship student?
They exchanged glances, only to suddenly realize.
It wasn't about protecting or not—Young Master Shaw came from a deep-rooted, prestigious family. Out of the elegance and breeding of a true aristocrat, he couldn't stand seeing a girl belittled so horribly.
Even knowing the reason, not one of the young scions present dared to step in and smooth things over. Usually, they were arrogant and reckless, but in the face of absolute high status, all they could do was look up and submit.
The young dandy's face flushed red, unable to utter a single syllable, forced to beg for mercy in utter disgrace.
Adrian Shaw released his grip as if nothing had happened. "If your mouth doesn't clean up next time, you better not need it anymore."
