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.

struggling to keep his ground. Standing behind him, I realized just how much

I turned him down, Conrad had stepped in. He

he's always been there, a stalwart figure I could rely on. Like he

the fight. I turned just in time to see someone make a move on Sinclair. But Sinclair, with

the scene. The fight had ended, and Dustin's men were down

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just smiled, though whether it was genuine or an act, I couldn't tell. "I suppose I underestimated you,

my respects to Mr. Wagner now?" Sinclair's calm demeanor was laced with an

plotting something else, he gestured for Sinclair to

glancing at a stunned Fanny. "Aren't you coming

She started to move, then

wouldn't go alone, and I signaled the

the deal with your uncle? He's usually so under