Chapter 128

Jenson's face had grown deathly somber, yet Shane remained unsatisfied. He rolled up his sleeves, planted his hands on his hips, and pressed on, "Listen up, Jenson. If you so much as breathe down our Jane's neck again, I'm calling the cops. We'll let your fans see the real you, the kind of person they're blindly supporting." Under different circumstances, Shane would have relished the opportunity to land a punch on this guy. A flicker of hostility flashed across Jenson's eyes. He stared daggers at Shane and issued a frigid warning, "Shane, you've crossed the line!" Even though Shane held a unique position, Jenson wasn't someone to be casually insulted. Jenson's hands, which were hanging by his sides, curled into tight fists. Shane, though, ignored the warning. He took a step forward and positioned himself directly in front of Jenson with his hands still on his hips. He leaned in casually with a mocking sneer on his lips. "I've crossed the line? What are you gonna do about it?