Chapter 94 What Good Would It Be If I Won The Fight

• You're going to break my legs? So I could be confined to a wheelchair like you? Kieran roared in laughter and stumbled around in front of Osmond, mimicking the stance of someone in a wheelchair.
• Let me tell you this. It makes no difference how good you think you are. Only money and power matter in this society, and you lack both. Bear in mind that Constance is and will always be mine. Your only option is to leave the Quantrill family and be a beggar on the streets. Kieran smirked and looked down upon Osmond. Who knows? Maybe I'll throw you a piece of bread next time.
• Osmond's eyes turned cold at that, and he raised his arm.