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Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Quinlyn caught a strong whiff of the woman’s perfume–overpowering with a hint of something familiar. She took a quier step back and turned to the staff beside her. “Are the bathrooms really that expensive here?” she asked, her eyes wide.

The staff looked down at Quinlyn’s earnest face, taken aback, and couldn’t help but chuckle. Her cuteness was just too irresistible.

“Hey, what’s the big idea? I’m just trying to teach this kid some manners, the woman huffed, irritation clear in her voice. She marched over, shoved the staff aside, and reached for Quinlyn’s car.

Quinlyn sensed the woman’s anger and instinctively jerked her head away. But behind her was a glass display case, and the woman, not paying attention, slammed right into it.

“Ouch, that hurts!” the woman yelped, the sharp sound cutting through the room.

The woman had banged her knee into the counter, and it was bleeding. The bald, pudgy man with her was hovering over her, cooing. “Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?”

“It’s killing me. Honey, it’s all that brat’s fault, the woman sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she pointed at Quinlyn “You gotta do something about this.”

The bald man turned to the staff, his face flushed with anger. “What are you waiting for? Get this kid out of here and call her parents. They need to apologize and pay for this. Otherwise, I’m suing them for every penny they’ve got.”

As the situation started to spiral out of control and the staff prepared to usher Quinlyn out to defuse the tension, two good- looking guys walked in.

It was Stanley and Joseph, their expressions turning serious as they approached Quinlyn. They positioned themselves in front of her, like they were shielding her.

“Who do you think you are? Acting like this place is your kingdom and kicking people out?” Stanley said with a smirk. holding a coffee and a small cake. He stared down the bald man, unimpressed and daring him to respond.

“Mr. Anderson?” The bald man was clearly thrown off, glancing over at Joseph, who was standing nearby. “And you’re here too, Mr. Wilson. What’s your connection with this girl?”

Joseph usually didn’t rely on his family name to intimidate people, but today he decided it was worth a shot. He gave a small smile and said, “She saved my life before.”

The bald man stood there, stunned, his mouth hanging open.

Stanley jumped in quickly, not wanting to miss a beat. “She’s my biological sister. We just got back together.”

turned pale, and he started sweating like crazy.

smile. “I figured the lady who walked in with you to buy a house would be

stood up and began bowing and apologizing. I’m so sorry, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Anderson. I had no idea she was an Anderson.

her mess?” Stanley glanced at the woman behind the bald man, his tone even mor

the woman’s arm, and demanded. “Apologize to Ms. Anderson. Do you really

she’d caused, but he had no idea she was

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than he was.

everyone was watching, she slapped the bald man hard across the face. “Useless! Can’t even protect your own woman. What’s the point

room stunned. They’d seen rich folks act out before,

daddy.

bright red. “You…

him and cut him off. “Get lost! I’m done with you. Back

her red–painted nails flashing. “None of you are leaving either. Ill teach you all a

lesson.”

many people in this city

punched in a number. A few

staff saw him and quickly greeted, “Good

nod to the

was Carl Scott, the manager. In his forties, he wore a suit but looked rather

the

smiled as he

it. Don’t let it get to you–1 hate seeing you like this,” Carl said

as he watched the cozy interaction between the woman named Yvonne and Carl. He couldn’t afford to upset the manager, so he backed off, covering his

demanding he stand up for her like she was royalty. “You better make this right today, or don’t even think about contacting me again,”

calm

“This is a sales office for high–end neighborhoods. It’s not a place for kids like you. You upset our customer, so you should apologize.” He said it like he

recognize me! I’m from the Wilson family. My dad knows your boss,” he said nonchalantly. The Wilson and the James families