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    It was as if Lucas had seen right through her intentions. He let out a cold chuckle.


    “You’re refusing to stand up, aren’t you? Then remain exactly where you are. This bartender has already received payment from your mother. He won’t let anything happen to you. If you’ve developed such profound fondness for this particr location, then by all means, make yourselffortable here.”


    His voice remained perfectly calm as he spoke.


    Before Faye could react, Lucas had already taken Belinda’s hand to leave.


    “Let’s go.”


    And with that decisive deration, the two of them left.


    Faye was taken aback. She jerked her head upward in shock, only to witness their retreating silhouettes disappearing into the distance. Neither of them even bothered to turn around to nce at her.


    Faye’s face went pale, and her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.


    “Miss Sandoval, please allow me to help you up,” the bartender said, extending his hand toward her.


    This time, Faye offered no resistance. She allowed him to help her to her feet.


    Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she said to the bartender urgently, “Hurry, help me get outside.”


    “Right away,” the bartender replied swiftly, quickening his pace.


    As they stepped outside, Lucas’ car was at the curb, engine humming, ready to leave.


    Faye’s panic surged again. She opened her mouth and called out, “Uncle Lucas! Uncle Lucas!”


    Lucas turned his head slightly, casting a cold nce at her through the open car window without saying a word.


    Not daring to dy, Faye hurried forward, yanked open the back door, and slid into the seat.


    The car’s engine purred, but it hadn’t yet pulled away.


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    Lucas didn’t turn to face her. His voice was sharp and cold as he said, “What, now you’ve epted someone to help you up?”<fn5a9b> The source of th?s content is f?ndnovel</fn5a9b>


    Faye bit her lip, swallowing her emotions. She didn’t dare push back and instead murmured, “I’m sorry, Uncle Lucas. I was wrong earlier.”


    Lucas’ tone remained stern. “Care to exin what you did wrong?”


    “I shouldn’t have been so stubborn and turned down help,” Faye said quietly.


    Lucas’ voice grew sharper, cutting through the air. “Your mistake was going to a bar alone and drinking until you couldn’t think straight! Do you have any idea how worried your mother was?”


    Faye’s frame shook slightly. She nodded, her voice low. “Yes, I-I know I screwed up. I swear it won’t happen again.”


    “Call your mother now and tell her you’re safe,” Lucasmanded, his voice firm.


    “Okay,” Faye responded quickly, fumbling for her phone and dialing Georgie’s number.


    “Faye, are you okay?” Georgie’s voice, thick with concern, burst through as soon as the call connected.


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