The Mysterious Midnight Magnate

78: Challenge

As Maxwell's fury reached its peak, his veins pulsated with rage at the audacity of someone daring to intervene in his plans.

His sole intention had been to teach the woman who dared to insult him and spit on him a harsh lesson—one that would leave her unable to eat for days.

With a menacing stride, Maxwell marched toward Eric, his eyes ablaze with fury as he confronted the unexpected intruder. "Who the hell are you?" he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "And how dare you intervene in my affairs?"

Unfazed by Maxwell's menacing presence, Eric met his gaze head-on, his own anger simmering just beneath the surface. "How dare you order your thug to strike an innocent woman?" he shot back, his voice laced with a anger. "Don't you have a mother or a sister at home?"

Maxwell's face contorted with fury as he took a menacing step closer to Eric, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea what she's done," he spat, his tone filled with venomous disdain.

"I don't care," Eric retorted