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    Estelle’s gaze was cold, “Who’s Ken?”,


    “Over there!” The man pointed, craning his neck.


    Following the man’s direction, Magdalen spotted a group of men in the VIP section. A man in his


    thirties, with greyish white hair and a wicked grin, sat in the middle. Seeing their gaze, he lifted his


    ss in a toast.


    Magdalen scoffed, “Just because he invited us, we should go? Who does he think he is?”


    The man’s face hardened, his tone threatening, “Ken doesn’t often invite people for a drink. Don’t be a


    fool!”


    Mr. Waldo frowned, “Mind your manners. If thedies don’t want to go, are you nning to force them?


    This is a society ofw!”


    The man shot Mr. Waldo a cold, ruthless nce, “Mind your own business!”


    Mr. Waldo stood up, positioning himself protective in front of Magdalen and Estelle, “I’ll make it my


    business today. If thedies don’t want to go, no one will trouble them!”


    Estelle and Magdalen exchanged nces, raising their eyebrows slightly. This Mr. Waldo was


    surprisingly gant!


    However, Magdalen winked at Estelle, hinting her notito jump to conclusions and keep watching.


    With a coldugh, the man waved his hand and five or six men stood up, heading their way.


    These guys either had buzz cuts or wore their hair long, all oozing with thug vibes. You could tell they


    were trouble!


    The man pointed at Mr. Waldo with a sinister grin, “He wants to y the hero for thesedies, take him


    outside and teach him a lesson!”


    Two of the men with buzz cuts, intimidating tattoos, and evil nces, stepped forward to grab Mr.


    Waldo.


    Mr. Waldo’s face paled and he staggered backward, “What do you think you’re doing? This is a


    nightclub, not some gang hideout. If youy a hand on me, I’ll call the cops and have mywyer make


    sure you end up behind bars!”


    One of the men, wearing a ck skull t-shirt, didn’t hesitate to smash a whiskey bottle from the bar


    counter toward Mr. Waldo’s head!


    Mr. Waldo ducked and retreated, his face filled with panic, “Stop! Don’t hit me!”


    Still want to meddle?”


    Mr. Waldo shook his head fearfully.


    Having dealt with Mr. Waldo, the man turned his attention back to Magdalen and Estelle, “Ladies,


    please.”


    A panicked Magdalen looked at Mr. Waldo, “Mr. Waldo, help us!”


    Mr. Waldo nced at the men surrounding them and shook his head quickly, “We don’t even know


    each other, don’t… don’t involve me!”


    Magdalen looked at Estelle, her eyes filled with mischief.


    She turned to the tattooed man, raising an eyebrow, “My friend’s a bit shy. How about I go have a drink


    with Ken first?”


    The man scanned Magdalen, a lewd smile on his face, “Sure!”


    After that, he left two of his men to keep an eye on Estelle while the others escorted Magdalen towards


    the VIP couches. ?


    There were onlookers, but no one dared to intervene. That man named Ken Ollie was well-known


    among regr bar-goers as the arrogant heir of the Ollie family. He had done such bullying things, not


    the first time.


    However, Ken had a powerful father who could always get him out of any trouble he caused.


    In another VIP section, someone who had seen Estelle at one of Carson Foster’s previous gatherings


    recognized her. Her outfit today was so different he wasn’t sure, so he recorded a video of the man


    bullying Estelle and sent it to Carson, “Mr. Carson, do you recognize thisdy?”This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.