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    Feeling used, she began hitting Andres too, kicking and scratching at him.


    Andres gritted his teeth, thinking endurance would win Sandra back.


    But Sandra’s blows kepting, and he soon feared real injury, so he raised his arms to shield himself.


    “Sandra, stop…” he muttered.


    Jordy, watching the scene, thought Sandra wasn’t putting enough hurt on Andres.


    “I will hit him for you,” he said, pulling Sandra aside. “This scumbag needs a proper lesson.”


    Sandra, feeling a bit tired, stepped back.


    Jordy wasn’t a trained fighter, but his punches had weight. One solid blow knocked out one of Andres’ teeth; blood and swelling quickly covered his mouth.


    Andres stumbled to the floor, clutching his face. Jordy followed up with a brutal kick to his gut; Andres curled up and howled in pain.


    The young woman, disgusted, spat at Andres and kicked him a couple more times before storming off.


    Jordy still wasn’t done. He continued to beat Andres and then threw him out of the restaurant.


    Andres hit the ground hard, unable to rise, but still managed a sputtering threat. “Do you know who I am? You’ll pay for this. I’ll make you regret it!”


    Jordy smirked coldly. “I’m Jordy—the CEO of Barton Investments. Who do you think you are? The Stewart family doesn’t even register on my radar. You wannae at me? Go ahead, I’m game. But if you don’t, I’ll have the Stewart Group bankrupt in a week. Try me.”


    Andres stiffened, the name finally clicking. A wave of regret washed over him—he had picked the wrong fight. Still, his pride wouldn’t let him bow out.


    Jordy was an investor with a string of blockbuster projects and a worth rumored to be in the billions. He had recently be one of the city’s fresh-faced power yers.


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    Even the Stewart Group had courted his investment, but Jordy had dismissed them without a second thought.


    A cold shiver ran down Andres’ spine at the thought that Jordy might actually have the power to bankrupt hispany.


    Jordy called his driver over. “Get this guy out of here.” Returning to Sandra’s side, he softened his tone. “All taken care of. Now, let’s enjoy our meal.”


    Sandra, still rattled, let her frustration spill. “Ugh, he was absolutely revolting.”


    “Total creep,” Jordy agreed without hesitation. “Guys like that? Best to keep them a mile away. If you’re worried about pests like him, you should think about hiring a bodyguard. The Harper family’s security detail is second to none; any one of them could protect you well.”


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