Chapter 132


    Ryan dismissed the portly n


    y man as a nobody


    Divinepolis had plenty of influential people he wouldn’t dare cross, but he knew most of them. This


    stranger’s unfamiliar face suggested he wasn’t anyone important.


    “Winnie, what happened to your face?”


    When Ryan brought Winnie back to the room, her swollen cheek, clearly from being pped, drew


    immediate attention.


    “Don’t even ask! I ran into a drunk who thought I was a hostess and tries to harass me,” she said


    angrily.


    Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Her provocative outfit certainly yed into the


    misunderstanding.


    “You bumpkin, what are youughing at?” Winnie snapped, her fury rekindled by Sebastian’s


    chuckle.


    “My apologies. Go on,” Sebastian said, offering an apologetic smile.


    Winnie red at him before continuing, “I was so mad that 1 pped that jerk, but then he hit me


    back. Luckily, Ryan came looking for me.”


    “What an idiot! Did you teach that jerk a lesson, Ryan?” one of their friends asked,


    “Of course! Anyone who dares to harass my girlfriend gets what’sing to them. I beat him up


    severely,” Ryan said proudly.


    Do you!


    u think we’ll get into trouble? Hannah asked, her concern visible.


    “What’s there to fear? Not many people in Dininopolis would dare mess with us, especially with Mr.


    Zatch here,” Winnie replied dismissively.


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    Ryan quickly added, “Winnie’s right. Mr. Zatch is one of Divinopolis’s Four Young Lords. If that jerk


    tries to get revenge, he’ll only be asking for trouble.”


    After considering this, Hannah realized they were probably right and chose not to pursue the matter


    further.


    “Jenny, it’s gettingte. Let’s head back,” Sebastian suggested once more.


    He wasn’t particrly concerned about potential trouble, but he wanted to retrieve the Aether Script


    quickly.


    Harrison’s expression immediately darkened.


    “Kid, do you really think Jenny’s your fiancée If you want to leave, go ahead. I’ll personally make


    sure she gets home,” he said, his re fierce and unmistakable.


    Jenny was the woman he desired, and he was determined to win her over tonight. He wouldn’t


    allow Sebastian to whisk her away before aplishing his goal.


    Though Jenny wanted to go home, she didn’t want to upset Harrison.


    She turned to Sebastian and said, “You should head back. Tell my dad I’ll be hometer.”


    Sebastian felt a wave of helplessness. He couldn’t leave in good conscience, not after promising


    Lucy to watch over Jenny,


    Meanwhile, the portly man stumbled back into the Emperor Room, his face bruised and swollen.


    The Emperor Room was thergest and most luxurious in the club, serviced by several high–quality


    hostesses.


    A middle–aged man with amanding presence sat on the couch with two women beside him.


    One was Sabrina, and the other appeared younger, like a college student. Her pure, sweet looks


    set her apart from the other hostesses.


    She wore a miniskirt, and her long, smooth legs were distractingly alluring


    The middle–aged man fondled her legs, asionally leaning into her neck. Although she felt


    repulsed, she didn’t dare show any hint of dissatisfaction.


    Several bodyguards stood behind the man, their postures imposing and their gazes sharp


    The middle–aged man looked up in surprise as the portly man entered. “Mr. Whitlock, what


    happened to you?”


    “Damn it, don’t even ask. I got beaten up!” Nathan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes


    zing with rage


    “What? Who had the nerve to beat you up on my turt?” the middle–aged man asked, his previously


    rxed aura reced by something far more menacing