In one swift move, Gregory had proven his mettle.

Mark was sent flying, crashing into a table and scattering cups of coffee everywhere.

The waiter rushed over, but Lucius was already on his feet, handling the payment through his phone app.

“You think you can lay hands on my people?” Gregory’s voice was laced with an unspoken threat, the air around him charged with tension.

Cradled in Gregory’s arms, I was still reeling from the shock, my heart pounding against my chest. It was clear Gregory had no love lost for Mark, and now, with Mark’s true colors showing, his anger was palpable.

“What do you want?” Gregory challenged, his stance defensive yet ready for another round if necessary.

Mark slowly got to his feet, wiping the blood from his lip. A self-mocking smile played on his lips, and though the atmosphere turned heavy, he offered no answer to Gregory’s question, his gaze fixed on me instead.

“Jane, think over what I said, alright?”

“Greg…”

The rapid shift in dynamics left me unsettled, my heart still racing. Taking a deep breath, I turned to Gregory and said, “I want to go home.”

“Alright.”

turned to

how important your grandma is to you, how well she treated you, entrusting the Myers family

hand

pried my clenched hand open, massaging it soothingly as

“Of course.”

world, he was the

I decided it was best to stay back and let

wait for you in the car,” I concluded, sensing his

Mark, once steadfast and grateful,

Gregory’s actions, I wouldn’t

escort me to

Mark, ensuring privacy for what was to

the staff stayed out of the way. After all, when titans

After

bystanders who suffer, though compensation

harbored the desire to confront Mark, restrained only by his concern for me. Now,

and spitting

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