Chapter 187 Break His Legs

Just then, the front doors of the villa were kicked open from the outside. Sean stormed in, flanked by a group of vicious-looking men. Easton slumped against the couch and forced himself to lift his head. The moment he recognized the intruder, a crack finally appeared in his usually calm eyes. Sean was back. Easton could hardly believe that he had dared to return. Sean walked up to him and looked down with a cold, condescending manner. Seeing the once-untouchable Easton now convulse uncontrollably from the drugs sent a twisted thrill of vengeance surging through him. "Long time no see, Easton," Sean hissed, a cruel smile curling his lips. He had always loathed the way Easton was in absolute control. That day, he would drag that arrogant Easton through the mud! Suddenly, Sean's hand shot forward and clamped tightly around Easton's neck to yank him up from the couch. Deprived of air, Easton flushed a deep red, but his deadly glare remained fixed on Sean. That look of defiance sna