“How dare you hit my father?” Abigail flew into a rage. She picked up a beer bottle, about to swing it, but
Edmund stopped her.
“Abigail, don’t be impulsive!”
“What, are you going to hit me again? Why don’t you try? If you as much as harm a hair on my head, not a
single person in this room will walk out of here tonight!” The man in the suit laughed icily.
“Young man, it’s just a misunderstanding. Once you cool down, we can talk nicely.” Edmund said, smiling
“Talk? Hmph, what right do you have to talk to me?” The man lifted his broken watch and said disdainfully. “Do
you know what watch this is? It’s a limited edition Patek watch that costs eight hundred thousand dollars!
Now, your daughter broke it. Tell me, how will you handle it?”
“Eight hundred thousand dollars? That expensive?” Edmund was thunderstruck. He only earned a few
thousand dollars a month. He didn’t know how many years it’d take to save up eight hundred thousand dollars.
“What, didn’t you want to talk? Then pay up. If you can fork out eight hundred thousand dollars tonight, I’ll
consider letting your daughter off the hook,” the man responded haughtily.
“Well…” Edmund’s eye twitched. He didn’t know what to do.
“I can tell you can’t afford it. Fine, I won’t make things hard for you. So long as your daughter sleeps with me
for a night. I’ll let the eight hundred thousand dollars slide. How does that sound?” The man grinned wickedly.
“In your dreams!” Abigail glowered.
“Young man, give me a few days. I’ll definitely come up with the money,” Edmund said.
“I want it now! If you don’t have the money, then get lost. Don’t get in the way of my fun!” Getting impatient, the man in the suit pushed Edmund to the floor. “Old geezer, consider it a blessing of a lifetime that I have my eyes on your daughter. Even a small–time celebrity doesn’t have the price tag of eight hundred thousand
dollars. You should be happy!”
“You’ve crossed the line!” Watching her father get pushed over, Abigail couldn’t hold back anymore. She
smashed the beer bottle over the man’s head.
There was a loud sound of glass breaking as the bottle shattered into pieces, drenching the man in beer.
“Huh?” The smash sent the man into a daze, and he was in disbelief. Subconsciously, he reached for his head.
and his hand came away full of blood.
“H–how dare you hit me?!” After staring blankly for a brief moment, the man instantly flew off the handle.
Bitch, I’m going to kill you!”
“Let’s see who has the guts to move!”
A group of boys wielding baseball bats stormed in aggressively. The leader was 6’2” with a buff figure and a handsome face. These boys brought a threatening aura with them when they barged in.
“Great. Mike is here!”
When Abigail and the other girls saw the men, they lit up. All of them looked at him with admiration, as if he was their savior.
Mike Horton was a popular figure at school. Not only was he from an established family, but he was also handsome and the captain of the school’s basketball team. He usually responded to people’s cries for help. No matter what the trouble was, he could easily handle it.
“Abigail, are you okay?” Mike asked as soon as he appeared, looking like the classic gentleman.
“I’m fine.” Abigail shook her head, her eyes bright. Naturally, she had some feelings for the school hunk, Mike. They hung out together a lot too.
“Mike, thank goodness you came in time, or we would have been harassed by these people!” the short–haired girl said, terrified.
“Don’t worry. With me here, no one would dare lay a finger on you!” Mike raised the baseball bat, shooting daggers at the man in the suit. “Are you the one bullying my friends? Get on your knees and apologize now, and I may let you go. Otherwise, I’ll break both your fucking legs!”