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Chapter 192 Absolutely

I did not back down, not one bit. “Absolutely. Kid or not, she started it with her nasty

words. I just gave her a taste of her own medicine. If you’re so worried about your

precious daughter, go ahead and call the cops. Or better yet, get even the same way I

did.”

Jack looked like he had swallowed a lemon and was speechless. Getting even was out of

the question with Idris right there. He could not risk a feud with the Youngs over this.

Calling the cops? That would just blow up in his face. If word got out, it would be his

daughter Christina who would look bad, not me. I might have to cough up some cash, but

that was about it. No jail time. Jack, though? He would be the talk of Lake City, and not in

a good way.

Idris had been quiet the whole time, but when he saw Jack’s face turn the color of a

stormy sea, he gently took my hand and looked it over. “You okay?” he asked.

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It took me a second to catch on–he was asking if I was hurt from the punch. I just bit my

l*p and shrugged. “I’m fine.”

He gave a nod, his eyes flicking over to Jack with a cool, unreadable expression. “Mr.

Zanier, should I be calling the cops?” he asked, his voice smooth as glass, but his gaze

held a shadow of a threat.

Jack hesitated for a heartbeat, then cracked a grin and laughed it off. “Mr. Young, you’re

quite the joker. Kids will be kids, roughhousing and all. No need for the police. Let’s move

along, we’ve got real business to talk about, and we can’t afford to waste time here.”

While he spoke, he tried to usher Idris into the private room. Idris, not one for physical

contact, dodged his hand with a grace that made it seem accidental and then turned to

me with a soft look.” Have you had dinner yet? Want to join me?”

I shook my head, a bit thrown off by his suddenly syrupy tone. “I’ve already eaten. You go

on.”

He flashed a quick smile and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Okay, I’ll get Ensio to drive

you home.”

I stayed quiet.

I was not up for pleasantries, so I turned to make my exit.

Christina, fuming to the point of tears, grabbed at Jack’s sleeve. “Dad, she hit me, and

you’re just letting her walk away. She…”

“That’s enough,” Jack cut in sharply, his patience worn thin. “I’ll send someone to take you

to the hospital later. Stop causing trouble.” His voice carried a clear warning.

I gave them a last look, said nothing, and walked away.

Ensio tagged along as I left the restaurant.

Once we were downstairs, I faced Ensio. “Mr. Candor, I’ve got my car here. You don’t need

to bother. Go on with your night.”

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Ensio paused, then said, “Mr. Young told me to see you home. If anything happened to

you, I

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wouldn’t be able to face him.‘

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His words left little room for argument, so I just nodded and let the conversation drop

there.

He snagged the keys from the front desk and headed out to get the car, while I plopped

down on a bench outside the restaurant to wait.

It was not long before Ensio pulled up. I hopped in, slammed the door shut, and as I looked

up, my

eyes caught a familiar shape stepping out of the restaurant.

I paused, taken aback. It was Inch, but he was not alone. He was wheeling a guy in a

wheelchair with a cap and a mask away, all bundled up and hidden away under a light

blanket.

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