0043: Disqualified

"Kian," Savannah stood up and looked down at his hand anxiously. Although Langston was a despicable man, his influence was not lesser than that of the Grays and Sinclairs. It was unwise to go against him like this.

She tugged at his sleeve, silently pleading with him to let go. Reluctantly, Kian released his grip.

"Ow!" Langston howled in pain, clutching his wrist. He could barely feel his hand. This bastard was looking a bit scrawny but his grip was surprisingly so strong. Besides, Savannah was standing so close to him.

"Hey! Whose family son are you? How dare you act so audaciously?" One tycoon banged his palm on the table and pointed at Kian.

Langston, who was still nursing his injured wrist, demanded, "Do you know him?" His eyes bore into Savannah.

"He..." Savannah looked at Kian and was lost of words. She appreciated Kian stepping in to defend her, but she wasn't ready to reveal their relationship to these people.

"She's my woman," Kian pulled her closer, leaving no