Jane followed Maxwell after he stormed out of the mansion from a safe distance. He went to a pub and beat up a few guys to let off some steam and by the time she got in, there were a lot of groaning men on the ground.
There were even a few broken pieces of furniture, thanks to him, but it was surprising how no one had called the cops.
It seemed he was well known in the area but there were still a lot who wanted to try him out for themselves and thus, they found themselves licking the floor.
Jane gulped and walked in quietly. What in the world was he thinking, honestly? She got that this was a shady pub where he could beat up guys without being reported to the police, but then, would he be okay?
She raised her gaze to the counter where the bartender was attending to Maxwell, serving him the strongest alcohol as he ordered.
'He must feel really down.' Jane thought and sat in a safe distance, watching him.