Chapter 339

Perseus, unimpressed by Matthias' offer of servitude, simply shook his head. "You don't exactly fit the profile." Suddenly, a loud bang startled everyone. Gerald, enraged, slammed his fist on the table. "Punk! You think I owe you respect? I'm warning you now—if it weren't for Karen and Chandler's sake, I'd beat you to a pulp right here, right now! You believe that?" "I already told you, you can hit me, yell at me, I won't fight back. But you will not insult Camilla. You will not call her stupid or accuse her of poor judgment." Perseus maintained the same attitude and expression. His composure, bordering on naivety in the eyes of others, brought a flicker of warmth to Camilla's heart. "Fine. You've got guts; I'll give you that. Do you dare to leave your number? I'll definitely have a good chat with you later." Gerald narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth. It had been so many years since anyone dared to act cocky in front of him. Perseus was one of a kind. "There's no need to rus