Even If You Get Divorced, You’ll Still Have Your Big Sis!

"Hiss!"

The crowd of onlookers sucked in a breath of air, and many of the men among them felt a phantom pain in their crotch. They let out an empathetic groan. 

Everyone knew that with Jeremy's kick, Sheldon was ruined for life. 

Jeremy ruthlessly stomped a few more times. "F*cking brat! You deserve to be castrated! How dare you lay a finger on Brother Clarence's woman? You even dared to propose to her! F*ck you!" 

Once Jeremy was satisfied, he and Johnson left, not sparing the crowd even a single glance.

Right after they left, an old man dining at a table in the restaurant piped up, "This is outrageous! How can they do this in broad daylight?! Are there no laws in this city? Why aren't they being arrested?!" 

"Sir, please don't be angry," the middle-aged man with a buzzcut next to him hurriedly appeased the angry old diner.

The old man was Zander Goldman, a retired gentleman from the capital.