Minutes later, Knight decided to stand. He grabbed his leather jacket and sunglasses and put them on. He walked out coolly as if nothing had happened, still ignoring his bleeding fist. In his mind, he couldn't appear weak in anyone's eyes.A staff member approached him and asked worriedly, "S-sir, are you okay?"Knight just looked at him, handed him the payment, and turned away. The staff member kept quiet, just watching Knight get into his car and start driving out.It was night when he finally left the rage room, and he took the road home to his mansion.Soon, he arrived, greeted by the elderly servant, who was full of worry, "S-Sir Knight, god!" she exclaimed. She closed the door before following her boss."I'm okay," he said coldly, walking towards the mini-bar area located near the dining area.Now he also wanted to drown himself in alcohol, thinking that maybe alcohol could cure whatever he was feeling now.He sighed, took and opened a fine whiskey, a Macallan, which was display
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