Justin Kingston saw him, stopped with his hands in his pockets, and used his absolute height advantage to look down on him. Anton Miller rushed towards him, but out of nowhere, a few skilled bodyguards blocked his way. "Justin! Why did you go to my house?! Isn’t the situation chaotic enough for you?!" Anton Miller pointed at him, "What right do you have to take her away?! In what capacity?!" The employees passing by couldn’t help but stop and look over in curiosity at his outburst, which was highly inappropriate for the setting. Justin Kingston exuded a cold, restrained aura, his dark eyes filled with scrutiny, "She was besieged by the media, where were you?" "..." Anton Miller couldn’t contain his anger and raised his fist to punch! Justin Kingston’s bodyguards were agile, leaning back to successfully dodge the attack. Anton Miller grew even angrier, started fighting for real, but the opponents did not back down, and soon they were entangled in a fight. Justin Kingston watched with deep, icy eyes, recalling that surveillance footage. Outside the emergency room—— He shamelessly forced Mia to be his woman, his expression at that time, the cold words, and the arrogant things said to his mother... All of these made Justin want his men to teach him a lesson! Mr. Kingston didn’t speak, but his men knew his intentions. Soon, Anton Miller was clearly on the losing side, taking several punches, causing the onlookers to wince. "If he gets injured, how can he still act in ’Love in Purple Bay’?" "Oh my god, what’s their relationship? This must be because of Miss Lane, right?" Even though Anton Miller was skilled, he couldn’t withstand an organized group beating, especially on Justin Kingston’s territory. Justin Kingston didn’t have anything to say to him, nor did he want to waste time. So, he stepped towards the Lamborghini. The driver opened the car door for him and saluted respectfully, "Mr. Kingston, please." Anton Miller dodged and counterattacked while watching Justin Kingston get in the car and leave swiftly. He was furious! He got distracted for a moment, and a subordinate’s fist slammed into his handsome face! The pain made him stagger back! Anton Miller completely erupted; he didn’t leave. All his emotions were vented onto them, every move seemingly unlocking hidden potential within his body. After about five minutes. Justin Kingston made a phone call, and a certain guard hung up the phone and walked over, "Stop fighting!" Several subordinates stopped and stood in a line. Anton Miller had a bruised face and injuries, realizing it was pointless to continue. So, he turned around and got in his car. When the Volvo stopped at the ocean-view villa, Anton Miller’s eyes were filled with boundless hatred. Ms. Tancred noticed the car had been parked for a long time, and he hadn’t gotten out yet. As Anton Miller walked into the living room, Ms. Tancred gasped, "Young Master Zhang, what happened? Did you get into a fight?" His mouth was slightly swollen, still bleeding, and his expression was unpleasant. Anton Miller ignored Ms. Tancred because he immediately saw the woman standing on the stairs. Mia Lane’s heart gave a slight thump - is he angry? Anton Miller’s eyes were somewhat cold as he stepped towards the stairs, his gaze withdrawing, not looking at her. As he approached, her heart tightened with every step, "..." Passing by her, Anton Miller headed upstairs without looking back. Mia Lane clearly saw the injury on his mouth, "Anton!" She turned and followed, "Who did you fight with?" He slammed the door, shutting her outside! The most update n0vels are published on noᴠelfire.net "Anton!" She knocked on the door, turning the handle to find it locked tightly, "Anton, what happened? Who did you fight with?" The door swung open, shocking her. Anton Miller’s eyes held a deep, cold stubbornness, "Who are you worried about?" he asked discontentedly. "..." Facing his gaze, Mia Lane said, "Worried about you." "Why doesn’t it sound like it?" He frowned, "You hesitated; it wasn’t spontaneous." "So you fought with Justin Kingston?" she asked seriously, "Why?!" Hearing her concern, Anton Miller felt deeply repressed, "Mia Lane! Is that tiny glimmer of hope for me gone now?!"