But now he was as fired up as a teenager. He grabbed Patrick's collar and landed a solid punch.

Albert had a rough past.

Patrick didn't stand a chance. It soon turned into a one-sided brawl, blood staining the sofa in no time. The guy who usually preyed on women was now whimpering and begging for mercy, too scared to fight back.

Albert tossed him onto the couch like he was tossing aside a napkin.

Meanwhile, Jessie watched, her expression blank.

It was like he meant nothing to her, like his actions didn't even register.

Albert glanced at her and said, "Let's go!"

She resisted.

But he grabbed her hand and dragged her off. Before leaving, he tossed a card...

James grumbled. "Thanks, Mr. Waston."

Jessie was pulled away by Albert. She cursed under her breath, “You jerk, where are you dragging me? I'm not going anywhere... And forget about getting in my pants! I won't! Did you not hear what people just said about me? You've already treated me like trash-a cheap thing you played and tossed aside. What more do you want?"

"Don't talk like that!"

Pressed against the corridor wall, her back ached from the impact.

Across the way, Melissa watched, feeling concerned.

But Marcus just rubbed his chin and remarked, “Your boss, Mr. Waston, sure knows how to make a scene, huh? What do you think, Melissa?"

“Yawn!

I prefer Mr. Waston's work ethic," Melissa replied softly.

Marcus peeked into the private room, blocking Melissa from going in.

He nodded towards Albert's direction and whispered, “It looks Like they're not letting go of each other. Let's give them some space."

Melissa chewed her lip. "But Mr. Waston's married!"