As Old Master Stanford was secretly pondering, Gerald started to yell again.

"Damn it! Derrick, you b*stard! Old Master was blind to let you marry his daughter. You'll be struck by lightning and die a tragic death…"

Selina also glared at Darryl fiercely, and she could not hide the contempt and hatred in her eyes.

'F*ck!'

At that moment, Darryl prepared to leave with Dmitry and a few others. They could barely withstand it when they heard Gerald's yelling.

'Is he out of his mind? He's just yelling, not knowing anything.'

As Darryl thought to himself, he picked up a rag from outside the door, scurried over, and stuffed the rag into Gerald's mouth.

Sob…

For a moment, Gerald stared with his eyes wide open as his face flushed red, and he made an indistinctive voice. Then, he almost exploded with anger.

'Damn it. Derrick is more and more audacious. How dare he stuff my mouth with a rag?'

Darryl did not bother with Gerald's death glare and said softly, "I don't care what your status