Henry Bolton loosened his tie and sleeve cuffs, handing them to Windy Summer.
Then he unbuttoned his shirt and wrist cuffs.
"Step aside."
"Don't..."
"Windy Summer, you have no right to interfere with me."
Saying the coldest words, but doing the warmest things.
Windy Summer was terribly worried; how could a pampered young master like him possibly take on thugs!
Clearly, her concern was unnecessary.
Henry Bolton charged forward and, in just a few moves, incapacitated the two thugs.
At this moment, Adam Fletcher took out a fruit knife and rushed at Henry Bolton.
"Henry Bolton, watch out—"
Henry Bolton narrowly dodged, kicked Adam Fletcher, but Adam quickly grabbed the approaching Windy Summer, holding the knife to her neck, drawing blood with slight pressure.
"Adam Fletcher, let Windy go!"
"Let her go!"
"You're good at fighting!" Adam Fletcher looked at Henry Bolton with unwillingness. If Windy didn't marry, the company he painstakingly managed for years would go bankrupt!
