Chapter 86

Jolene pursed her lips, her hand clutching her phone. She was ready to call the police at any moment. Steven was sitting in his wheelchair with a dark expression, and his voice was terribly cold, "Norman, keep him alive, just barely." "Yes, Mr. Welsh," Norman answered before limbering up. It was obvious that he was a skilled fighter. He darted into the crowd, grabbed a wine bottle from a table, and smashed it against Liam's head. "Touch Ms. Welsh and you're dead!" "Get him!" Liam roared, boiling with rage while holding his bleeding head. The bar was immediately thrown into chaos, with wine bottles being shattered on the ground. Jolene took the chance to help up the hammered Natalie. "Mr. Welsh, I'll get Nat into the car. Then, I'll come find you!" "Be careful," Steven told her. "Mhm." Holding Natalie up, Jolene jostled outside. Inside the bar, Norman was fighting against ten people by himself. He had no trouble dealing with several scions drained by drunken revelry. Before