“You’re from the Lee family, aren’t you, kid?”

Wes crossed his arms while glaring coldly at Ronnie.

“Have you asked for your father’s permission before acting so cocky?”

“Call him. Ask him if he dares to even speak to me like this.”

Ronnie’s eyes twitched frantically. He quickly bowed, gritting his teeth.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Pagan! I drank too much! I’m sorry for speaking like this!”

“I won’t do it again!”

“I don’t need your apology. Kneel to Sir York.”

“I’ll let it slide if he forgives you.