Jackson Russo seemed even more nervous, "…So, if you were really a playboy in the past, could Chloe possibly be your daughter?"
Joel Russo instantly felt a string in his body snap.
The normally expressionless handsome face twitched uncontrollably.
The hand clenched into a fist on the table, with knuckles pressing against the surface.
"What did you say?"
Jackson was now extremely nervous, not concerned about Joel's emotions. Hearing him ask, he quickly repeated,
"I said, could Chloe possibly be your and Yumi's daughter..."
Before he could finish, he was met with a solid punch to the face.
He felt as though his nose was about to break.
"Damn..."
Jackson held his aching nose, bent over, with tears streaming down his face.
It was certainly not the pain that made him cry, but a reflexive reaction of the body.
However, Joel paid no attention to this, took two steps closer, and Jackson quickly retreated two steps.
"No, no, no, Bro, I'm in pain..."
