Chapter 961: What About Feelings

Kieran's grip was strong and powerful, causing the man to scream immediately. He turned his head to see an unfamiliar face and became furious. "Who the hell are you?" Kieran showed a disdainful expression and tilted his head, indicating, "Want to take this outside?" The man, in pain but still stubborn, retorted, "Are you her protector? Well, Callie, you sure have a lot of lapdogs. Does Nelson know?" Callie raised her hand and pressed her forehead. A lapdog beside the man cautiously poked his arm, signaling him to turn around. The man seemed to sense something was off, feeling a chill down his spine. He turned around and froze. "Nelson..." He couldn't even finish saying the name before his voice faltered. If this had happened two years ago, Callie would have been moved by the heroic rescue. But now, it was two years later. In the back seat of the Maybach, the air was filled with the smell of cheap alcohol. The sound of someone being beaten came from behind, making Callie tighten