At that moment, Bo Xianmin no longer cared about her hollow explanations. Under these circumstances, would Qin Fan, who regarded them as mere ants, bother with such a petty method to sow discord among them? Impossible. Absolutely not!
"I'll fucking kill you! Kill you!"
The muscles in his face trembled wildly. Suddenly, Bo Xianmin roared and charged toward the noblewoman like a madman, completely ignoring Qin Fan's presence. His hands fiercely clamped around her throat. "You dare to tarnish the Bo Family's name! How can I face our ancestors?! How?!" Each word was forced through clenched teeth as his hands tightened, crushing her neck with unrestrained force until a sickening crunch of bone and cartilage echoed through the room.
The noblewoman's eyes bulged, her pupils starting to protrude. She instinctively swung her hands, flailing uselessly at Bo Xianmin, but it was utterly futile. He had gone completely mad.
