Bang!
Just then, Zander, who had been following Sean, stepped forward and punched Simon.
The punch hit Simon right in the chest, knocking him out of breath.
"So what if I touched you?"
Zander asked indifferently with a solemn expression.
"You!"
Simon clutched his chest in anger.
However, he compared his size to Zander's and chose to stay where he was.
"Sean, what do you mean?
"We're having dinner with President Willer, and you're here to disrupt us."
Samuel looked at Sean, his tone unhappy.
"It's okay if Simon's being stupid.
"But you too?"
Sean asked indifferently as he slowly turned and looked at Samuel.
"You!"
Samuel instantly blushed at this.
He was more than 20 years older than Sean.
According to their seniority, Sean should be calling him Uncle Sam.
To say he was being stupid in public would be the ultimate humiliation!
"Alright. Knock it off.
"Sean, what the h*ll are you doing here?"
Old Madam Quinn snapped to stop Samuel before looking at Sean and asking.
