Damian Sinclair didn't answer, just repeated his earlier words, "Let her go."
Archer Quinn wasn't foolish. From Damian Sinclair's attitude, he knew something was amiss.
Not only did he not release Bella Acker, but he tightened his grip instead, smiling gently, "I'll take my friend home first; she's drunk." After saying that, he ignored Damian Sinclair's expression and half-carried the squinting Bella Acker out.
Damian Sinclair strode forward, blocking their path. Archer Quinn gave a barely noticeable frown, "Mr. Sinclair, what does this mean?"
"Mr. Quinn, you're holding my fiancée and asking me what it means?" Damian Sinclair's eyes suddenly showed a hint of sarcastic cold smile, "I was going to ask you, what do you mean?"
Indeed, he was the one Bella liked! Unexpectedly, the person Bella liked was Damian Sinclair.
Archer Quinn was very unsettled inside, but he still didn't release Bella Acker's waist.
