Robbie pulled out his phone, made a call, and instructed his teammate to go get the girl from Bard. He then casually sat down next to Helen, asking with a relaxed tone, âAre those two really your friends?âHe hadnât seen their names in the intel he got.Adela pursed her lips and stayed silent. Robbie didnât seem to be expecting an answer anyway. He just tilted his head back and looked toward Zach and Carl, who stood some distance away.Their eyes locked for a secondâZach was the first to offer a polite smile, like saying hello.Robbie knew who Zach was, though their teams had never raced. Zach kept a low profile and was more into his band.Robbie assumed the two men had tagged along with Mia, so he didnât pay them much mind.He nodded to them in greeting and then turned his attention back to the track.Bard was chain-smoking, his face grim. The ambulance arrived quickly, and only after his injured teammates were loaded up did he turn and stare at Robbie.His eyes were bloodshot, the m
Robbieâs words left everyone speechless.The people around him looked at him with blank staresâdid this guy have a screw loose?Bard sneered and said nothing more, simply signaled for his team to arrange the race.Adela turned to Robbie, asking with concern, âWill this get you into trouble?âHe had just put his cap back on when he replied calmly, âIt wonât. I donât take him seriously. And by the way, I meant what I said earlierâif you ever need a bodyguard, Iâd like to be your first pick.âThen he casually pulled out his phone and made a call.Adela stared blankly at his back and asked Helen in a low voice, âWhat did he mean by that? Is bodyguard just another word for 'hired muscle'?âHelen gave Robbie a fierce glare before turning to Adela with a serious tone, âAdela, that manâs trying to steal my job. You must firmly reject him!âAdela almost burst out laughing and quickly nodded. No way sheâd switchâHelen was assigned by Layson himself. Not to mention, Helen could go shopping with
Bard puffed on his cigarette, saying nothing, but the look in his eyes darkenedâhis gaze toward Adela now brimmed with hostility.Adela frowned as she looked back at him. Maybe it was because of what the man in the duckbill cap had said about Bard being just a jumped-up clown, but now the more she looked at him, the more irritated she felt.Susanâs shrill voice yanked Adelaâs attention back. She stood with a mocking sneer, pointing at the tear-streaked influencer-looking girl crouched on the grass. âWhat now? Is this one your friend too? Are you gonna play hero again, sticking your nose into other peopleâs business for her?âAdela didnât reply. Her eyes shifted toward the girl on the grassâher cheek was swollen, makeup smudged, and when she met Adelaâs eyes, there was nothing but fear and pleading in hers.Adela hesitated. She barely knew these girlsâsheâd just added them on social media during the ride here. She didnât even remember their names. But to stand by and do nothing? Knowin
That voice sounded oddly familiar. Adelaâs brows furrowed the moment she heard the vicious words. âWhat a nasty woman. Running into someone like that⌠sheâs just unlucky.âHelen paused and leaned closer to remind her, âAdela, you actually do know her.ââWhat? No way Iâd know someone like that!â Adela stared blankly at the womanâs back.âYou slapped her yesterday afternoon.âAdela: ââŚâWas it too late to turn around and walk away?The group stood there watching. Adela didnât dare approach but glanced at the man with the duckbill cap beside her. âThat womanâs your former client. Why donât you go resolve this?âItâd probably be easy for him.âOur business ended yesterday afternoon. As of today, sheâs just a stranger to me.â The man casually tucked his hands in his pockets, glancing lazily toward the commotion.Then he added in a low, even tone, âItâs not a big deal. The key is getting Bard to back off. And thatâs actually quite simple.âThough his voice was quiet, it carried clearly to t
Adela had absolutely zero impression of the name Bard.She turned to Helen and asked, âHave you heard of Bard?âHelen thought for a moment and shook her head. âIâve heard the name, but I donât know him personally.âShe had only been back in New York for six monthsâthere were too many rich and powerful people in the city for her to keep track of them all.Helen didnât know, and Cici certainly wouldnât either. Adela didnât want to ask the man in the duckbill cap again, so she turned back to the crying girl.Her tone was a little helpless. âI really donât know this person. How about you take us to have a look? Iâll try to talk to him.âThe girl nodded while sobbing. The man with the duckbill cap eventually stood up and followed after a few steps.Adela couldnât bear seeing the girl cry so miserably and handed her a pack of tissues. âWhat did your friend do to offend him? Canât you call the police?âThe girlâs face was ghostly pale. âWe canât. My friend made a terrible mistake. Her boyfri
The girls quickly averted their eyes, pretending not to stareâbut their side glances followed the group intently.When the four people finished ordering, one girl at the round table suddenly stood up.âI wanna go check them out. Arenât you curious who that pretty girl is?ââIâm in too. When did Mia start racing? Letâs go.âTwo spoke, and the rest followedâsoon the entire table had left to chase the excitement at the track.Their chatter faded as the cafĂŠ quieted again, making their previous conversations seem especially loud.Zach glanced at Carl when he heard Miaâs name.Carlâs expression didnât change as he continued browsing the menu.When the waiter came over, Zach twirled his sunglasses and casually asked,âMia was here just now?âThe staff were extremely familiar with these rich second-gensâafter all, they were regulars.âYes, sir. Mia stopped by, and so did those two beautiful girls youâve treated before. They left together.âZachâs fingers paused on his sunglasses. His eyes na