Chapter 462 Competing With Me Over Who’s Richer

• Seeing Finnian holding Joanne close, the young man across the table froze, then snapped at Finnian, “Hey, punk, who are you? Let go of Ms. Joanne, now!”
• Finnian shot him a razor‑sharp glare. “Beat it. This has nothing to do with you. Before I lose it, get as far away as you can, or don’t blame me for being rough.”
• His eyes were like blades, cold and dangerous. The young man shivered despite himself. Still, he’d finally met such an excellent blind date—how could he be scared off by one sentence? He tore his gaze away and asked Joanne, “Ms. Joanne, who is he? What’s your relationship?”