A Billionaire After Divorce

I SAID, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?

Doctor Sean clenches his fists, the intense urge to slap back the young man rocking through his veins like a tornado, but as he gazes at the menacing sturdy figures behind him and also remembers that he doesn't yet know his real identity, he takes a deep breath to soothe his frustration and says bitterly, "I was only trying to please you. Did you really need to slap me?"

The young man's demeanor shifts, and he adopts a mocking tone as he approaches Doctor Sean, who is nursing his injury. "Aww, you are hurt?" As he gets to him and takes a closer look at his bitter expression, he drawls, puckering his lips and chuckling. "Come on, don't be such a baby. It was just a mere slap. Stomach it like the man you are," he pats him on the shoulder.

"By the way, I don't want you to make a mistake of assuming what isn't right so let me be clear," he continues, his tone growing sinister. "I didn't slap you because of what you said. Heck, I don't even care about whatever you say because, in the end,