“You b*stard!” Vince York roared furiously.

Harvey York’s seemingly simple actions were enough to foil his entire plan.

He pounced forward, trying to snatch the photos away from Harvey.

Slap!

Harvey swung his back palm across Vince’s face, immediately sending him flying off.

“I’m sorry, Young Lord York. I’m so used to slapping people in the face. It was unintentional,” said Harvey with an apologetic look.

The crowd went dead silent after hearing those words.

‘He slapped Vince in the face unintentionally?’

‘What’s the point of even coming up with an excuse!’

‘Does he think Vince is stupid?’

Vince stumbled off the ground with a wretched look on his face.

He then rushed forward and screamed, “Go! Kill him!”

Vince had utterly abandoned his plans at this very moment.

The bright red palm print had utterly enraged him. He would not settle until he saw Harvey’s lifeless body lying right in front of him.

Harvey backed off as if he was at a loss.

“I really didn’t mean it, Young Lo