Chapter 525 You Want Me to Compensate Him?
That clerk <b>was </b>clearly implying Derrick had a history of domestic violence.
Derrick wasn’t stupid–he heard it loud and clear.
He red fiercely at the clerk. “Do I look like the kind of scumbag who hits women?”
The clerk replied bluntly, “With all due respect–you do.”
“You-!”
Derrick shot up, furious, radiating hostility.
Kale quickly stepped in. “Mr. Derrick, let’s just focus on the marriage first.”
The clerk’s expression darkened at Derrick’s outburst.
Seeing security walking their way, the clerk threw down his pen and barked, “Are you being forced into this marriage or not? I refuse to believe a woman woulde here on her own if she didn’t want to. Just say the word–if you say you’re unwilling, I guarantee this marriage won’t go through today.”
The look Marie gave the clerk was one of pure admiration. <i>Wow</i>, <i>there </i><i>really </i><i>are </i><i>people </i><i>who </i><i>aren’t </i><i>afraid </i><i>of </i><i>Derrick</i>.
Derrick <b>was </b>still fuming.
The clerk faced him again. “Don’t try to intimidate me. I don’t scare easy. Men like you? I’ve seen tons of you–abusive types who have no business getting married.”
Derrick gritted his teeth. “What… did you just say?”
“Alright, alright, stop,” Kale hurriedly said. “It really is a voluntary marriage. Please, just help us process it.”
He handed over all of Derrick’s documents and kept signaling at Marie with his eyes.
<b><i>See</i></b><b><i>? </i></b><b><i>Didn’t </i></b><b><i>I </i></b><b><i>say </i></b><i>the </i><i>Dawson </i>family’s <i>troublemakers </i><i>were </i><i>all </i>a <i>handful</i>? <i>Ste’s </i><b><i>one</i></b><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>Marie’s </i><i>even </i><i>worse</i>. <i>Ste </i><i>learned </i><i>it </i>from <i>them</i>.
The clerk didn’t take the documents. He just stared at Derrick.
Marie sighed, finally opened her bag, and handed over her documents. “Here. Thanks.<b>” </b>
But <b>just </b><b>as </b>she handed them over–her hand went empty.
The documents <b>were </b>suddenly snatched by a hand reaching from behind her
Marie froze<i>. </i><i>What </i>the…?
She turned around and met the cold <b>gaze </b>of a man she didn’t recognize<b>. </b>He had two burly men in tactical wear behind him, and all three looked ready to fight.
Her mind went nk<i>. </i><i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i>is <i>going </i>on<i>? </i>
Derrick’s eyes narrowed, and his hand moved to his waist. Kale noticed and quickly pressed it down. “Mr. Derrick.”
<b><i>This </i></b>isn’t <i>the </i><b><i>ce </i></b>for a <i>brawl</i>.
Kale didn’t know what was happening, but he was genuinely worried Derrick might throw a punch here.
He’d been hounded around the globe by Abraham these past few years, bottled up with rage<b>–</b>who knew what would set him
<b>off</b><b>? </b>
Marie nced at her documents in the man’s hand. “Who are you?”
She instinctively reached out to snatch them back.
<b>12:43 </b><b>AM </b>
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Chapter 525 You Want Me to Compensate Him?
But the man twisted his wrist and easily dodged her grab.
“Hey! Who the hell are you?”
“Ms. Marie,” the man said calmly, “you beat up our boss. Don’t you think you owe us an exnation?”
His voice was polite, but each word carried sharp intent.
<i>Exnation</i><i>? </i>
<i>Wait </i>a <i>sec</i><b><i>… </i></b>
As soon as she heard <i>you </i><i>beat </i>up <i>our </i><b><i>boss</i></b>, her brain clicked into ce.
She knew who sent them.
And Derrick, upon hearing that line, immediately dropped his hand.
Kale let out a sigh of relief…
He’d really been afraid they’d throw down right then and there–which would’ve been bad news for him.
Derrick crossed his arms and looked at Marie like he was settling in for a good show.
Marie scoffed. “What kind of exnation do you want?”
Loud, huh? Keep shouting. Should she bring a megaphone? Sounded like they were proud their boss got
beat <ol><li>up. </li></ol>
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An <i>exnation</i><b><i>… </i></b>
Did she really need to spell out why Dan got beaten in front of everyone?
The man who had taken the documents was Dan’s right–hand man, Cynn. He took off his sunsses and coldly said, “You need topensate.”
Kale blinked. <i>What </i>now? <b><i>Compensate</i></b><i>? </i>
After all the years <b>of </b>street fighting he’d witnessed, that was a new one.
Marie’s mouth twitched. <b><i>Did </i></b><b><i>I </i></b><b><i>hear </i></b><b><i>that </i></b><i>right</i><i>? </i>
She knocked Dan out, and now his people came to her asking for<b>… </bpensation?
<b><i>Was </i></b>this a <iedy </i>skit<i>? </i>
She threw a sharp look at Derrick. “That thing was stolen from you. I went to get it back and ended up beating him up. Now I’m supposed to pay for it? You heard that, right? <b>Pay</b>.”
<i>Compensate</i><i>? </i>
In their circle, that was a hrious concept. Laugh–out–loud absurd.
And Derrick, that damn bastard.
He started this whole mess<b>, </b>and now he was just standing there watching like it was a y. What the hell?
Had he <b>never </b>seen drama before? Or did he just not care what kind?
Derrick raised a brow. “How do you n on paying?”
Marie looked at Cynn. “Yeah, how do you want me to pay?”
<i>This </i><i>I’ve </i><i>gotta </i><i>hear</i>.