“The way he’s hitting him… it’s like he wants him gone for good. Do you think he’s into Ms. Main too?”
“If two guys like the same girl, how could they possibly get along?” one of the waitresses whispered, her cheeks turning pink. “Or… maybe he actually likes Anthony?”
Anthony had been single for almost thirty years. Now there was a girl at his side out of nowhere. Who knew if she was just there to keep up appearances? Honestly, with these two handsome guys, if they ended up together, it would feel just like a scene from a romance novel.
Charlotte leaned against the wall, one long leg bent. Her clear eyes found Anthony, and she asked quietly, “Is he your friend?”
“Get off him!” Anthony’s brow was furrowed, his dark gaze locked on Kenneth. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kenneth had lost his mind. Just a minute ago, he’d been going on about how Lottie couldn’t compare to his own sister. Now he was beating up the guy who dared mess with her.
“Don’t hold me back. I swear I’m going to kill this jerk today!” Kenneth fought to break free, still fuming. No one got to mess with his sister and walk away.
“That’s enough.” Anthony stepped forward, gripped Kenneth’s collar, and yanked him back. He swept a cold look over everyone nearby. “I don’t want to see a single word about tonight anywhere online.”
The manager and staff all nodded as fast as they could. “Of course, Anthony, don’t worry. No one’s taking any pictures. Nothing’s getting out.”
They couldn’t afford to cross Kenneth, let alone Anthony.
The manager glanced at the unconscious man on the floor, voice trembling. “And… what about him?”
“Stick his head in the toilet. When he wakes up, hand him to the cops,” Kenneth snapped, still boiling.
“A toilet…?”



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