As soon as those words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
Including the employees who ran out from inside, freed from their shackles.
Everyone was unanimously looking at Sean Langley with the sa expression.
That look clearly said they were staring at an idiot.
Sean Langley was aware of everyone’s gaze and felt quite displeased.
Why were they looking at her like that?
It seed like they were watching a circus monkey.
"You all..."
She hadn’t finished speaking when the handso man in black let out a cold laugh, "Heh."
In that laugh, there was endless contempt and disdain.
Sean Langley’s face imdiately turned red.
"You—Why are you laughing? I’m telling the truth!"
Warren Prescott couldn’t be bothered to waste a word with this woman who seed as foolish as a pig. His gaze moved past Sean Langley to Jas Langley, who hadn’t yet recovered from the shock.
"Jas Langley, this is your daughter, right? As expected, an idiot can’t produce anything normal." Warren Prescott rarely insulted people directly; he usually preferred to act.
But today’s anomaly was clearly because he was agitated.
However, Sean Langley was entirely unaware of Warren Prescott’s identity or habits.
Upon hearing this, she instantly beca furious.
No matter how handso he was, she wouldn’t allow him to insult her dad!
In her mind, her dad was as strong as a deity.
"You—"
She was about to curse Warren Prescott for being ungrateful, when suddenly her hand was grabbed by Jas Langley.
She was yanked around by Jas Langley.
Before she had a chance to steady herself, Jas Langley raised his hand and gave her a hard slap.
With a crisp "smack," Sean Langley cried out in pain, "Ah!" And then she held her face, looking at Jas Langley in disbelief.
"Dad, you hit ?"
Ashley Shaw watched this scene, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
However, Jas Langley didn’t share Ashley Shaw’s spectator ntality.
Warren Prescott held his handle—he went to the Spectator Tower today to find Warren Prescott, hoping that Warren Prescott would be magnanimous and forgive him for his earlier "audacity."
The Spectator’s show required his approval to pass review and broadcast.
He dared to make a move because he saw Warren Prescott as a young man.
But he later realized that this young man was even craftier than Lars Prescott, the old fox.
He didn’t know how many more handles Warren Prescott had on him, but he was sure that Warren Prescott was soone he absolutely couldn’t provoke.
So he swallowed his pride and hoped Warren Prescott would graciously let him off the hook.
Unexpectedly, his daughter had provoked Warren Prescott’s people.
This could have been overlooked, but his foolish daughter had just brazenly said such things.
Wasn’t she essentially putting him in dire straits?
So, in a fit of anger, he raised his hand and slapped Sean Langley.
Even one slap didn’t fully vent his frustration.
If she weren’t his own, he might have wanted to strangle Sean Langley to death!
"Dad, why did you hit ? You’ve never hit before..."
Sean Langley sobbed tearfully.
She truly felt aggrieved.
Her beloved dad had hit her in front of so many people!
Especially in front of those two handso guys.
Jas Langley was seething with anger, gritting his teeth.
"Shut up!"
He grabbed Sean Langley’s collar with one hand and forcefully dragged her to Warren Prescott, holding her head down.
"Apologize to Mr. Prescott Jr. imdiately!"
Sean Langley’s eyes were still brimming with tears, but they widened suddenly.
"Mr., Mr. Prescott Jr.?"
She suddenly recalled that her dad had ntioned "Mr. Prescott Jr." at ho.
Last night, after receiving a docunt from a guest, he had muttered about it for a long ti.
He said this Mr. Prescott Jr. was a big trouble, but she couldn’t hear the rest clearly.
Furthermore, he seed to have gone out today to et this Mr. Prescott Jr.
Out of curiosity, she asked her mom.
Upon asking, she learned that Mr. Prescott Jr. was the only son of the Prescott Group’s chairman and the Crown Prince of the Prescott Group.
Could the Mr. Prescott Jr. her dad ntioned be this person in front of her?
With tearful eyes, Sean Langley finally started to focus on Warren Prescott’s other attributes besides his appearance.
Such as his distinguished aura and the commanding presence that directly pierced the heart.
This was definitely not the deanor of a thug; even at high-end gatherings, she had never seen anyone like him.
He... was indeed the Crown Prince of the Prescott Group. She was blinded by Warren Prescott’s looks, missing the qualities on him that were completely mismatched with a thug.
But why would he help Ashley Shaw?
Ashley Shaw was just a worker; how could she know Warren Prescott?
Before Sean Langley could untangle it all in her mind, Jas Langley again roughly pressed her head and commanded, "Apologize quickly!"
Sean Langley felt as if her dignity was shredded to pieces by the act of having her head held down.
Her face even turned a little blue, but she knew that soone her dad couldn’t provoke was soone she certainly couldn’t.
So she could only lower her head and squeeze out three words from her throat: "I’m sorry..."
"Heh."
Another mocking sneer, but this ti Sean Langley didn’t dare question him like she had before.
The goosebumps rose on her arms due to the inexplicable sneer.
Jas Langley also humbly lowered his posture to the dust.
"Mr. Prescott Jr., the child didn’t understand and accidentally caused trouble in your territory. I’m truly sorry. I’ll apologize to you on her behalf: I’m sorry!"
Jas Langley bowed deeply.
The bodyguards he brought with him imdiately followed suit and bowed with Jas Langley.
The scene was quite grand.
Watching the scene, Ashley Shaw couldn’t feel good no matter what; instead, there was a subtle discomfort.
Claire Xavier keenly noticed her emotions and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Ashley Shaw lightly shook her head, casting a sideways glance, only to catch Warren Prescott quickly glancing her way and then swiftly averting his gaze.
It was so fast that Ashley Shaw thought it might just be her imagination.
In the next mont, Warren Prescott said, "If an apology is useful, what’s the point of having the police?"
Chief Sutton’s eyelid twitched upon hearing this.
Then he noticed Warren Prescott seemingly glance at him, making a jest: "I almost forgot, police are basically useless."
Chief Sutton’s expression stiffened, realizing he couldn’t continue to play dead.
He gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
"Mr. Prescott Jr., this area happens to be my patrol jurisdiction today, and I’ve roughly understood the incident that occurred earlier."
"Oh?" Warren Prescott raised an eyebrow indifferently, "What have you gathered?"
Chief Sutton knew from this that Warren Prescott was targeting only the Langley father and daughter, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He couldn’t help but cast a sympathetic glance at Jas Langley.
This ti, Jas Langley was utterly ruined by his own daughter, and it was like the end of the road for him. There was no longer a need to help him, nor did Chief Sutton have the guts to assist Jas Langley.
But quickly, Chief Sutton regained his composure.
Whether he would be implicated depended on his attitude, and now was not the ti for him to sympathize with others.
Chief Sutton promptly showed a businesslike expression, saying, "Miss Langley, due to personal reasons, gathered a crowd here causing trouble, not only interfering with Idyllic Pasture’s normal operations but also physically assaulted soone..."
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