A deep voice suddenly cut through the tense air.
"What's so good about him? I might as well learn too."
She whipped around, only to see Landon Lockwood striding over.
He wore a sharply tailored black suit, with broad shoulders and long legs.
Wyatt Ford froze for a moment, staring blankly at the man in front of him.
"Aren't you the wild man who crashed your engagement party with Hayden Croft?"
As soon as he spoke, he realized what he had said and felt a surge of anger.
He let out a cold laugh, laced with sarcasm.
"No wonder, after the fake heiress incident, the never-seen Miss Lowell suddenly throws a big party. Was it to prepare a date venue for you, the wild man?"
"Wild man?"
Landon Lockwood chuckled twice, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, adding a hint of menace.
In the next instant, he lifted his foot and mercilessly kicked Wyatt Ford in the stomach.
"Bang!" A loud crash.
Wyatt Ford was sent flying, landing heavily on the floor several meters away.
