Chapter 441

"That's right. I'm the one who hit him," Andrew admitted without hesitation. Bryan let out a cold snort and said, "You've got some nerve. Not only did you hit someone from the Samson family, but you also dared to come knocking on our door." "Are you going to apologize yourself, or should I take matters into my own hands?" Bryan's tone darkened as more than ten thugs revealed the weapons they were carrying. "Uncle Bryan, don't waste your breath on this punk. He's already crossed Lionel Miller—breaking his legs would be a good way to make an impression!" Rodney shouted. In his mind, the slaps he received were nothing compared to the importance of building a connection with Lionel. Bryan realized this was an opportunity, and his gaze toward Andrew became even more menacing. At that moment, the woman standing beside Bryan furrowed her brow and asked, seemingly unsure of her guess. "You're Andrew?" "Vivian, do you know him?" Bryan glanced suspiciously at his daughter, Vivian Samson,