Lily Turner's words were straightforward, and her attitude was clear. Grant Heath, standing opposite her, felt hurt, but Easton Holmes beside her was filled with joy. How adorable his wife was, he liked her more and more.
"Mr. Heath! My wife has made it clear to you, you'd better behave yourself from now on." Easton Holmes's words were not only direct but also quite blunt, pouring oil on the fire, and Grant Heath, already angry, was instantly enraged.
Grant Heath hurried up two steps, standing in front of Easton Holmes and Lily Turner, and raised his hand to grab Easton Holmes's collar, but his hand was swiftly slapped away.
"If you want to fight, I can oblige, but not here. We can find a place." This place was clearly not suitable for a brawl; everyone was happily having New Year's Eve dinner, and his family was here too. He couldn't let this brat lead him into trouble.
