No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 812

Sinclair had really gotten under Dustin's skin this time.

Dustin wasn't looking for trouble, but this trouble had found him, and he wasn't going to back down.

Sinclair, strutting around like he owned the place, must have some tricks up his sleeve, Dustin thought. But what could he possibly have? Sinclair had only been back in the country a few months.

Dustin couldn't quite figure it out. He didn't know much about Sinclair-just that he was a low-profile guy who kept to himself. Dustin hadn't even considered him a threat.

Yet here he was, an unexpected thorn in his side.

Dustin had seen his share of troublemakers in his time. Who was this nobody Sinclair to think he could cause a stir?

With a sly grin, Dustin muttered, "If Mr. Anderson insists on paying his respects, then by all means, stick around for tomorrow's funeral."

He gestured, and suddenly, the room was in chaos as his men clashed with Sinclair's.

pulled aside, shielded by Conrad, though he was struggling to keep his ground. Standing behind him, I realized just how much taller he was. It had always

bully tried to corner me after I turned him down, Conrad had stepped in. He stood tall, protecting me from

there, a stalwart figure I could rely on.

just in time to see someone

coat, Sinclair surveyed the scene. The fight had ended, and Dustin's men were down for the count, while

was an awkward

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was genuine or an act, I couldn't tell. "I suppose

pay my respects to Mr. Wagner now?"

was conceding or plotting something else, he gestured for Sinclair

a stunned Fanny. "Aren't you

daze. She started to move,

and I

your uncle? He's usually so under the