Another figure with a gloomy and chilling aura suddenly kicked Matthew Sullivan far away.
James Grant shielded the shocked Evelyn Clayton behind him, staring at Matthew Sullivan with a gaze as terrifying as a Hellish Asura.
Matthew Sullivan rolled on the ground several times before stopping against a nearby wall.
The small knife in his hand fell five meters away.
Seeing the man standing in front of her, Evelyn Clayton was taken aback.
She couldn’t tell if she felt warmth or bitterness in her heart but still forced herself to stay calm, "Thank you."
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, it was he who came to her rescue.
James Grant didn’t speak; he just stared coldly at Matthew Sullivan, his dark eyes filled with intense anger and disdain—
There was no need to guess why Matthew Sullivan blocked Evelyn Clayton.
To ruin a good situation with one’s own hands—not only failing to repent but also blaming others.
A coward through and through!
"James Grant? Why do you meddle in others’ affairs!" After seeing stars for a moment, Matthew Sullivan stumbled and got up.
Seeing James Grant, his anger flared even more.
"I’ve ended up today partially because of you, and I haven’t come to settle the score with you, yet you came to me?"
Thinking about his own downfall, and then looking at the well-dressed James Grant.
Matthew Sullivan became even more frustrated and shameful.
He clenched his fists again, rushing towards James Grant.
He just wouldn’t believe it!
If he couldn’t surpass James Grant in business, he couldn’t even win in a fight?
Could it be that James Grant was made of iron, without a single weak spot?
"Overestimating yourself." James Grant’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Facing Matthew Sullivan’s attack, he easily sidestepped and then countered, restraining his arm.
"Remember, you brought this on yourself."
Evelyn Clayton watched as James Grant threw Matthew Sullivan over his shoulder, slamming him hard onto the ground.
The impact between his back and the concrete made a dull thud.
Just hearing it was enough to make one feel terrible pain.
In agony, Matthew Sullivan gasped sharply.
He curled up like a worm on the ground, struggling for a long time but unable to get up.
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Otherwise, given the force of the throw, at least two bones would have been broken!
James Grant’s gaze was cold as he lifted him by the collar like a chicken.
Now, Matthew Sullivan was completely subdued.
Thirty minutes later.
James Grant drove Evelyn Clayton and the bound Matthew Sullivan to the police station.
They gave their statements and explained what happened.
The police naturally recognized James Grant and treated him with great respect.
"This man used violence on a woman in public, committed robbery, carried a weapon with him, and had a very negative impact; you must educate him well."
Before leaving the police station, James Grant gave a casual glance at Matthew Sullivan and nonchalantly instructed the chief escorting him out.
The chief immediately stood up straight.
"Rest assured, Mr. Grant, I guarantee Mr. Sullivan will receive the appropriate reform here!"
Since James Grant had spoken, he naturally would take good care of Matthew Sullivan.
Evelyn Clayton followed silently behind James Grant the entire time, her long, curled eyelashes lowered, lost in thought.
The two returned to the car, the atmosphere somewhat unnatural.
Evelyn Clayton kept silent, and James Grant didn’t break the silence either.
The car drove on the road for five or six minutes.