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    Without uttering a word, Harlee snatched a fork from the table and threw it with unfailing precision. It hit the rough-looking man’s knee, causing a loud thud.


    Bang! The rough-looking man fell to his knees, casting a pained cry, and then slumped to the ground, unconscious.


    The woman was taken aback, her pulse racing. She had not anticipated such skills from Harlee, a seemingly gentle girl.


    The woman swallowed hard, momentarily forgiving the idea of luring Brixton. Yet, she quickly regained her confidence. Surely, any man would prefer a gentle and delicatepanion over someone so fierce and unrefined? For the sake of avish life ahead, she decided to take a gamble.


    After all, chances like this were rare, especially for someone in her position.


    “Thank you for helping me,” the woman said, her eyes quickly shifting toward Brixton.


    Brixton, clearly irritated, pushed his chair back.


    “Have you had enough of your act?”


    The woman stopped cold, panic setting in. She had envisioned various scenarios where a rival might reveal her deceit, but she never thought her target, a loaded man, would be the one to do so. She paused, scrutinizing Brixton, and then made a bold assumption.


    He must not be interested in women! Only someone indifferent to feminine charms could have seen through her act so easily.


    Any other man would have surrendered to her charm by now.


    With this new insight, the woman reassessed her approach and spoke to Brixton again.


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    “What do you mean by ‘act’? Do you really think I sought help just to garner your attention? Sure, you may appear affluent and influential, but I’m not interested in you! So, don’t tter yourself, and please refrain from insulting me this way!” Her words overflowed with righteous anger, as though she had been profoundly insulted.


    “Ugh…” The woman’s self-assured rant had just the effect she intended.


    A ripple of distaste for Brixton swept through the crowd, yet the silent onlookers shrank from speaking out. No one was eager to cross someone with his evident influence.


    At that moment, the server arrived, deftly distributing tes of steaming food.


    Harlee signaled him with a subtle nod, eagerly enjoying her meal. She savored each bite, her eyes gleaming with delight as she observed Brixton skillfully dismantle the woman’s deceitful ims. Noticing Harlee’s gleeful engagement, Brixton’s irritation with the woman escted.


    He viewed verbal sparring with the likes of her as beneath him.


    Abruptly standing, he approached the rough-looking man who was still dazed on the floor from Harlee’s adept defense earlier.


    Brixton’s boot connected with the rough-looking man’s side sharply.


    “You have one chance to make things right.


    Exin yourself now, or your career as a manager at the Stevenson Group is over.”


    Even before the woman hade near, Harlee had earlier ascertained the rough-looking man’s connection to the Stevenson Group, which reinforced her confidence in letting Brixton handle the situation.


    Knowing the Stevenson Group operated under the influential Torres Group banner gave Brixton the leverage to make his bold assertion.


    The crowd, initially murmuring, now let out a collective gasp, shocked by Brixton’s formidable deration. Stevenson Group? Was the rough-looking man actually a manager at Stevenson Group? Could Brixton truly have the authority to determine a manager’s fate?


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