Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 715

Chapter 715

At this moment, he was smart by suggesting to drop out of school and ending the matter, as he knew that given his father's deference to Harold, things might not be resolved so easily if left to others.

Under the hint of his father's eyes, Roland groveled twice on the ground, knelt in front of Larissa, and cried, "Larissa... I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. I promise that I will never appear in front of you again, and our family will support you to study... Aren't you always worried about your college tuition fee? We can give you a lot of money..."

It had to be said that these words all hit Larissa's sore spot.

She looked down at Roland Warren with a sense of superiority, feeling the novelty sensation.

Every time she saw Roland, he was always high and mighty, looking down on others with contempt. His gaze seemed to regard everyone and everything as beneath him, disregarding the struggles and achievements of others. But now, this wealthy young master was kneeling on the ground, grasping at her leg and begging for her forgiveness. At that moment, it was as if he had fallen from the clouds and she realized that Roland was nothing more than an ordinary person.

However, how could she forgive him?

That sunny afternoon, that dark and oppressive space, those insults and injuries might not be cured in her whole life, and she could not forgive him.

Larissa pursed her lips, took a step back, stared at Roland, and said word by word, "I will never forgive you." Roland's body stiffened and his face became fierce, "You b*tch ... You don't appreciate what I offered, right?" He suddenly wanted to grab Larissa's neck, but before his fingers touched her, he was kicked in the chest. This kick was much more powerful than Miles's. If it weren't for the wall blocking him, he could have flown three meters away.

Assistant Britton tidied up his clothes and said with a frown, "Have your parents never taught you not to hurt girls?"

But thinking of Roland's parents, he expressed his understanding."... Maybe they didn't."

Roland only felt that his ribs were broken by Luke's kick. His internal organs were rolling, and he was lying on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The people who were stunned by Luke's fierce kick just came back to their senses. Miles and Madam Warren hurried forward to check on Roland's injury. Most of Roland's face was covered with his blood, and he couldn't even make a sound for a while. Madam Warren screamed, "Roland... Roland, I'll not let anything happen to you! How can I live if something happens to you?"

Although Miles didn't say anything, he was afraid that his only son would get hurt.

Secretary Jennifer's mind was in a mess. She didn't know what to do at all. She didn't even understand why the Warren family, who had just gained the upper hand, was now losing.

Harold seemed to be impatient with this farce. He looked down at his watch and said lightly, "Let the police take over here."

"If anyone dares to cover for him, I will deal with that person myself." He looked at Miles coldly and said indifferently, "I don't like the chair he is sitting on."

Luke immediately understood what he meant and said, "Okay."

It took Miles a long time to realize what Harold meant. He not only wanted to lock up his son, but also his current position!