Kenneth Osborne closed his eyes, not wanting to lose his temper with Lawrence Winters, but he couldn't help it. He took a deep breath, pointed at the three people lying on the ground, and said angrily, "… How many times has this happened?!"
"You're just a young girl! Always running off on your own to pick fights!"
"One against three! You think you're so powerful, don't you!"
"You say it's a concussion, so it's a concussion? What if you accidentally… have you thought about the consequences?!"
Edward Foster came to his senses then, his face changed as well.
He was from a richly aristocratic family and had been in the business world for a few years, often not being a stickler for rules.
But he knew that if someone died, it would indeed be a tricky situation.
His mind raced as he glanced around the shabby room and considered the identities of the three individuals, suddenly remembering someone. He turned and walked out the door, pulling out his phone to make a call.
