The power of this teacup was definitely not small. After hitting Dylan Clark on the head, it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
As for Dylan Clark, who was struck by the teacup, he clutched his throbbing forehead, stunned in place.
"How dare you hit me!" Dylan Clark glared viciously at Charles Seymour, wishing he could tear him to pieces.
He clearly saw that it was this man who threw the teacup at him.
"President Clark, are you okay?" Isabella Chamberlain was startled and hurried to check up on him. Suddenly, she saw a bit of fresh red blood seeping through Dylan Clark's fingers, causing her to exclaim, "President Clark, you're injured."
"Boss, quickly bring over some gauze!" Isabella Chamberlain exclaimed, "President Clark, let me take you to the hospital now."
"You all wait for me!" Dylan Clark pointed bitterly at Charles Seymour, then turned around holding his head and quickly left.
Nothing was more important than his injury.
