Chapter 218: Trash

"Dad...!" Rosalyn Santee's shriek was so sharp it made everyone's scalp prickle. At the foot of the platform, Calvin Santee's head lay on the ground, still rolling to a stop. The entire crowd froze. Eyes widened one after another. Ruthless. Too ruthless. If Layton Fitzharris's earlier disregard for Benson Santee had been low on damage but high on humiliation, then Benson's answer was outright explosive. The damage was massive. The humiliation was worse. No wonder the Santee family had not...