Chapter 362

　　Third Person's POV 　　The man who had been so brazen just moments ago now trembled at the sight before him. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. 　　Clutching his bleeding head, he broke down in tears. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't really mean it—I was just talking nonsense! Mr. Chavez, please! I'm stupid! I'll never say anything like that again!" 　　Blake watched the man's frantic apologies, the anger in his eyes slowly fading. He spoke coldly, "This isn't over. Not by a long shot." 　　With that, he signaled his bodyguards to carry Leo out of the scene. 　　Blake wasn't like Leo. He couldn't afford to throw punches in public, not when he had to maintain the dignity of the royal family. If their grandfather found out that they were brawling like teenagers, he'd be furious. Blake wasn't about to let years of careful upbringing go to waste over a fight. 　　But that didn't mean he'd let this slide. He had other ways to make these men pay—ways that would leave a las