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.

shielded by Conrad, though he was struggling to keep his ground. Standing

I turned him down, Conrad had stepped in.

been there, a stalwart figure I could rely on. Like

time to see someone make a move on Sinclair. But Sinclair, with a swift

had ended, and Dustin's men were

was an

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

Wagner now?" Sinclair's calm demeanor

was conceding or plotting something else, he

Fanny. "Aren't you coming to pay your respects to Mr.

snapping out of her daze. She started to move, then paused, pulling me

wouldn't go alone, and I signaled the nanny to help

I couldn't help but ask, "What's the deal with your uncle? He's usually so under the radar, but who knew