Chapter 304 Ross scared out
At this moment, Ross suddenly felt his confidence wane, while Myron remained innately solitary and ruthless. Ross shut his eyes, too fearful to glance downwards, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Myron's mocking tone came from above, "Is that all you've got?"
Just as Ross was about to retort, Myron fiercely kicked his already dangling feet.
The next moment, he uncontrollably flipped out of the window!
Ross let out a piercing scream.
He saw the window sill, the blue sky and the glaring sun.
Luckily, his arm was held Myron.
Luann leisurely ate, calmly watching the scene.
Ann's heart skipped a beat, having heard that Myron's temperament had drastically changed since his disfigurement, becoming ruthless,
It seemed true.
From afar, Ross had vanished inside the room, his body hanging outside the window, with only Myron's hand holding him.
If Myron let go, Ross would plummet from the height of this several-story building.
Most likely he would turn into the pulp.
Seeing trouble brewing, people hesitantly stood up one after another. But daunted by Myron's demeanor, they dared not approach and went to find Roy.
However, Roy took one look and averted his gaze.
Smiling, he said to everyone, "The ceremony is about to begin, please hurry and memorize your acceptance speeches; thank you."
People was puzzled and exchanged glances.
It seemed that this Myron was no ordinary person?
Otherwise, with such a dominant posture, how could they be allowed to act recklessly here?
The only one who knew the truth was the woman who had just spoken to Luann.
She crossed her arms, shaking her head mockingly.
In a low voice, almost muttering to herself,"Fool."
"Daring to offend Avoida."
Even if Avoida, in a foul mood, wreaked havoc, the organizers would likely not dare to utter a word, let alone accuse her of causing harm. Who was Avoida?
As the world's top artist, holding the first rank for eleven straight years with sales soaring past billions, her reputation was universally revered. Someone like Ross, ranked forty-ninth, didn't even deserve to shine Avoida's shoes!
Because he wasn't worthy!
Ann carefully observed the actions of those around her. Although everyone was anxious, no one dared to step forward.
After all, it wasn't their business.
Myron seemed like someone not to be trifled with. If one inadvertently made an enemy of him, it would be a loss.
After hesitating for a moment, Ann gritted her teeth and walked towards Luann.
"Ms. Weaver."
Ann spoke softly, "Whatever the matter is, we can settle it later."
"Now, I think we should tone it down a bit."
Ann's implication was that this wasn't their territory, and the trouble Myron caused was very embarrassing.
Luann finished her meal, setting down her fork.
"Ms. White wasn't present just now, was she?"
Ann paused, "What?"
"The one who started the trouble just now was not us right?" Luann leaned back in her chair, looking nonchalant, "Why do you think we can be manipulated?"
Ann hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant. I just..."
"Ms. White." Luann interrupted her, "I advise you not to meddle."
Gritting her teeth, Ann walked away without saying a word.
Ross panted heavily, not daring to struggle even a bit.
Afraid that Myron let go, his life would be over.
Beads of sweat, large as beans, cascaded down his scalp, mingling with tears and snot in a messy blend. "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"
"Myron, no, Mr. Curtis, please spare me. I don't want to die!"
"Pull me up, please. I'll kowtow to you. I'll leave immediately and I won't appear in your sight again."
Ross's voice broke, abandoning all dignity to plead for mercy.
"It was my fault. I couldn't control my mouth to say those stupid things."
"As long as you spare me, I'll do anything."
"Please, spare me."
"If I die by your hands, it will tarnish your reputation."
Ross's eyes widened like bells, with crystal-clear snot hanging under his nose, looking particularly ridiculous.
Myron stared coldly at him.
Eyes filled with fierceness and murderous intent.
"Five minutes ago, why you weren't like this?"
Ross keenly sensed Myron's looming presence.
Myron seemed truly intent on killing him!
"I'll never be arrogant again."
"Really! I mean it!"
Myron casually said, "My hand is tired. It seems hard to pull."
"No, please!" Ross cried out, "I don't want this trophy .I don't want anything, it's all yours!"
"Have mercy on me!"
Myron turned to Luann, seemingly asking her how to deal with him.
"Pull him up." Luann calmly said.
Not out of kindness, but to give Ross a simple lesson. If something really happened, with her current popularity, it might cause quite a stir online.
Myron effortlessly pulled Ross partly back in.
Then he let go, decisively taking off the white gloves.
Ross clung to the window sill with stiff body.
"Who will help me!"
"Ann!"
Frowning slightly, Ann reluctantly walked over.
Seeing Ross in such a sorry state, she didn't want to help.
But to maintain her image, Ann still rescued Ross.
Ross collapsed on the ground with a thud, his chest heaving violently.
Ross felt great after getting his life back and being grounded.
People couldn't help but shake their heads, even more amazed by Myron's abilities.
Although Ross wasn't tall, but he still carried some weight.
Nobody thought Myron could single-handedly catch Ross so effortlessly.
It seemed he was not a ordinary person.
'It was right not to help Ross just now. 'Ann thought.
Ann lightly covered her nose, pretending to casually take two steps back, distancing herself from Ross.
Before Ross could react, he heard someone sneer, "Look at him, he's so pathetic that he even wet himself!”
