“Who the hell do you think you are? Letting her drink? Huh?” Max arched an eyebrow, then slammed Quentin’s head against the table with a heavy hand.

Quentin’s date shrieked, but the moment Max shot her a cold glare, she collapsed to the floor, clutching her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

“Brother? You think you deserve that title? What, am I dead to you?” Each sentence dropped softer than the last, until Max was practically whispering in Quentin’s ear–but the words sent a chill straight down Quentin’s spine.

“You want company? I don’t mind sending you on a little trip–straight to hell.”

He yanked Quentin around again and again, as if he were nothing more than a limp rag doll.

“I’m sorry, Max, I swear I didn’t know she was with you! I didn’t do anything to her, please, just let me go. I’m begging you, Max, please-”

Quentin had assumed that after being cast out by the Tate family for being the unwanted daughter, Alessia must have found herself some rich sugar daddy–never in his wildest dreams did he imagine she’d show up with Max.

Everyone knew those two were the most infamous feuding siblings in their circle. If they could help it, they wouldn’t even appear at the same public event. Who could have guessed Alessia would walk in with Max tonight? If Quentin had known, he wouldn’t have set foot in that restaurant for all the money in the world.

He kept pleading, desperate. If Max let him go, Quentin probably would’ve dropped to his knees and groveled on the spot.

“Lessie! Are you okay?” Just then, Ethan appeared with the restaurant manager in

tow.

The manager’s face went white as a sheet. He looked like he might faint any

in her chair the entire time, not

from his brow and hurried off to find help, sending Ethan along with

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Chapter 92

call the police,” she said–clearly

floor like a discarded sack. His date rushed over, frantically calling his name, panic

in, statements were taken, and by the time it was all over, the sky was pitch–black. Quentin had a

the end, Alessia turned the tables and pressed charges against Quentin for sexual harassment

Ethan waiting by a streetlamp. He was still in his

are you planning to keep up this charade of

asked.

Alessia shot a glance at Ethan, standing

away.

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