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.

his ground. Standing behind

after I turned him down, Conrad had

stalwart figure I could rely

time to see someone

fight had ended, and Dustin's men were down for

was an awkward moment,

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

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

Dustin was conceding or plotting something else, he gestured for

Fanny. "Aren't you coming to pay

She started to move, then paused, pulling me

go alone, and I

"What's the deal with your uncle? He's