Chapter 134

A loud clatter of sounds could be heard. The bottles and glasses on the glass table in front of them shattered instantly. Glass shards flew everywhere, even landing on the gentry's faces. Drops of blood slid down his cheek from the wound. The private room was deafeningly quiet and piercingly cold. The young gentry's face turned pale as he witnessed this scene. He couldn't say anything else because he already knew he'd said the wrong thing and enraged Wyatt Reed! Wyatt's eyes were swollen with blood. His body exuded a terrifying cold as he stood up and glared ruthlessly at the gentry from a condescending position. "Who are you to bring up her name?!" Wyatt's voice was oppressive and cold. He took a step forward and kicked the gentry in the body without saying anything. The gentry huddled up in pain and remained motionless, but cold sweat trickled down his brow. The people around did not dare to defend the gentry. They were only able to socialize in this circle because they wer