"I don't care who they are! I'm gonna call my guys and have them killed right now!"
"Damn it, stop making a scene! That man is Quentin Grant and his wife! Do you have any idea who Quentin Grant is?! Do you?!" The man slapped the woman again, making the corner of her mouth bleed.
The woman's ferocious expression instantly froze. She clutched her face, her own paling in shock. "Is he really the Sect Leader of the Grant Group? Is that woman really his wife?"
"I got a good look at them. How could I be wrong?"
"It was dark... I... I didn't see clearly..." She was flustered. "Then what do we do?"
The man pulled out a cigarette. "Now you're scared? What do we do? We take the two kids home first, then buy something and come back to apologize."
The woman nodded. "We should apologize. Hurry, let's take the kids home. We'll buy something and come back."
The car started and quickly drove away.
