Chapter 436

Abby had dealt with lecherous creeps before, but nothing like this—it was practically daylight assault, no different from a mugging on the street.

Stella leaned in to comfort her. "It's okay, Abby. It's over now."

Neville glanced at Mr. Hunter with a sardonic smile. "Mr. Hunter, what's this? You made the poor girl cry?"

Mr. Hunter realized he'd crossed a line he couldn't come back from.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees, slapping himself across the face again and again.

"Mr. Connolly, I was wrong! I shouldn't have done it—I swear, I'll never do it again!"

He didn't hold back. Each slap landed hard, and within moments, his cheeks were swollen and red.

Desperate to prove his remorse, Mr. Hunter seized a wine bottle from the coffee table and smashed it against his own head, "thud, thud," splintering glass everywhere.

No one moved to stop him-shards rained across the private room, but the only sound was the bottle shattering.

Abby was stunned by the spectacle, frozen in place.

It wasn't until Mr. Hunter knocked himself out cold that Neville finally looked away. He turned to Stella. "We've got Abby. Ready to go?"

Stella nodded quietly.

club, Stella glanced at the man beside her and said softly, "Thank

"No need for

stepped in, she never could have

let's get you to

but still

I'm so sorry. I

smile. "You did nothing wrong. Why

light flickered in

luck.

sharp

Neville

sat with her while she

turned to Neville. "Thank you for staying so late, Mr. Connolly. Really, you should get some rest. Marvin's waiting at

his head,

to leave. "Marvin's

him bedtime stories-whether I'm there or not doesn't make a

turned to Abby. "I'll go grab some food. Ms.

understood-Neville wanted to stay for

Neville were on friendly terms, so she didn't refuse. "Just a cup of milk tea for me,

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