Scum Husband Became A Billionaire Genius

What Are you Doing Here?

“You want me to save you some face? Who do you think you are?” Micheal smirked, "Even if Sir Baker were here, I’d demand an apology. Much less one from you!”

“Who thinks he has what it takes to make me apologize?” A thundering voice rang out across the bar. A bald man wearing sunglasses, with a cigar between his lips, walked in menacingly.

His fierce demeanor and intimidating aura frightened the crowd as they stepped aside. A path opened for him.

“Sir Baker, what brings you here?” Abigail’s eyes lit up as she rushed to greet him.

“Just showing one of the gentlemen around.” The Baker put an arm around her waist and asked, “What’s going on? I thought I heard someone demanding an apology from me.”

“It’s like this…” Abigail began, recounting everything that had happened with no details spared.

“Mr. Clark from East City, is it? So you’re the one who wants me to apologize?” The Baker stepped forward and looked Micheal up and down. His expression wasn’t friendly at all.

“That’s right.