Bob flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it underfoot.
Felicia immediately stepped forward. "I'll apologize and eat with you. Just don't make things difficult for him. He only acted to protect me. Please let him go."
Bob snorted. "It's too late, gorgeous. We wouldn't be in this mess if you'd been this obedient earlier. Now, this brat has to kneel before me!"
I couldn't help but laugh at his arrogant attitude.
"Kneel before you? Do you even deserve it? Here's some advice—kneel and apologize to my girlfriend, and I'll let this slide. Otherwise, even if you grovel a hundred times today, I won't let you off!"
Bob's face turned red with rage. "Damn it!"
The thugs around him all pulled out clubs, ready to strike. Felicia turned pale as a sheet, shaking uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face.
Before Bob could act, his phone suddenly rang.
His arrogant demeanor vanished when he saw the caller ID. He hunched over, holding the phone with both hands, and answered reverently, "Mr. Reed! I can't believe you're calling me. I've had your number saved for three years and never dreamed that you'd actually call me!"
At the mention of Mr. Reed, the thugs around us looked at Bob in awe.
However, Bob's expression grew grim as fear replaced his cocky demeanor. After a long pause, he looked at me with terror.
Finally, he stammered, "M-Mr. White, Mr. Reed asked me to hand the phone to you."
I didn't take the phone. I wasn't in the mood to deal with it.
Victor had taken too long to contact Tyler. I would have been hit with those clubs if he had been even a minute later. Did he really expect me to take the call now?
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