“A piece of trash? I’ll crush it instead. What can you do about it?”
The more I spoke, the more defiant she became. She raised her high heel and brought it down.
Crack.
The sound of shattering tore through the air—and with it, my fury erupted.
“You’ve gone too far. You’re courting death!”
Jason blinked in surprise, then burst into arrogant laughter.
“Death? From you? Old man, you must be senile! You think you can threaten me?”
“Apologize,” I demanded.
Jason and Samantha exchanged glances, then doubled over laughing.
“Apologize? To you? Do you even know who I am?”
Jason jabbed his finger at my face, spittle flying.
“My father is Richard Coleman! Ever heard of Coleman Enterprises? He controls the entire city’s economy in his hands! You want me to apologize? I’ll make sure you don’t live to see tonight’s sunset!”
I could take no more. I moved to teach this arrogant brat a lesson, but my injured back slowed me down.
“Old fool, you dare fight back?” Jason kicked me hard in the knee.
I gasped, collapsing onto one knee. Agonizing pain shot through my bones.
Then they started raining blows on both me and Michael.
Onlookers gathered, but no one dared step in when they saw the Maserati and Jason’s swagger.