<b>Chapter </b><b>209 </b>
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The assistant’s face contorted with rage as he gestured toward Jade and Zach. “All of you, get them!” he shouted to his remaining security team.
Before they could move, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
“Jade! Is that you?”
Jade turned to see Chase Astor jogging toward them, his designer shoes barely touching the ground as he moved. His eyes widened as he took in the scene–Zach standing over a unconscious man, the group of suited men frozen in uncertainty, and Jade leaning casually against her car.
Chase nced at the security team, then at the men already sprawled on the pavement. His lips curled into an amused smile. “What’s happening here? Are you recruiting team members? Testing their abilities?”
Jade rolled her eyes. Trust Chase to find humor in a standoff.
Chase’s gaze lingered on Zach, who had just knocked a man twice his size unconscious with a single punch. “<b>If </b>you’re hiring, I’d like to apply.” He winked at Zach. “Maybe you could put in a good word for me? I’m great at… well, looking pretty.”
Zach didn’t react, his face expressionless as he stared down the remaining security personnel.
The assistant groaned, pushing himself up from the ground. Blood trickled from his nose as he pointed at them. “Take them! All of them! Mr. Richards wants them now!”
Chase’s yful demeanor vanished. “What’s going on, Jade?”
“These guys came looking for trouble,” she said, nodding toward the assistant. “They found it.”
Chase’s expression hardened instantly. He stepped forward and grabbed the assistant by his cor, yanking him up. “Who the hell are you?”
The assistant’s eyes widened. He looked at Chase–who stood a full head taller than him–then tried to wrench himself free. Chase’s grip only tightened.
“Let go of me,” the assistant snarled, struggling against Chase’s hold. “Do you know who I work for? I’m Rnd Richards‘ personal assistant!”
The name drop that was meant to intimidate had the opposite effect. Chase pped the man hard across the face. “And I’m Chase Astor.”
The assistant froze, his face draining of color. The name “Astor” clearly carried weight even in his circles.
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“A–Astor?” he stammered, his previously aggressive demeanor crumbling. “I… there’s been a misunderstanding.”
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“A misunderstanding?” Jade stepped forward. “Your boss sent you to harass my friend, and now you’re trying to take us somewhere against our will. Sounds like you’re trying to do something dirty.”
Chase’s eyes shed with anger. He struck the assistant again, then reached into the man’s pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Mr. Astor, please,” the assistant pleaded, his tonepletely transformed. “This is a mistake. My boss is the CEO of Richards Group. You’ve met him before. Ourpanies have business together.”
Chase ignored him, scrolling through the phone until he found what he was looking for. He hit dial and put it on speaker.
A gruff voice answered after two rings. “How’s it going? Did you get them?”
Chase’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Hello, Rnd.”
There was a moment of silence. “Who is this?” Richards demanded.
“Chase Astor. Remember me? Old man Henry’s grandson?”
<b>“</b>Astor?” Richards‘ voice shifted to a more respectful tone. “What are you doing with my assistant’s phone?”
“Your assistant and his goons just tried to abduct my friends outside Princeton.” Chase’s voice was casual, but his eyes were hard. “Not very smart, Rnd.”
“Mr. Astor, I deeply respect your grandfather, but that doesn’t mean you can speak to me this way. Those three people are your friends, huh? Fine, I’ll give you this one. Tell them I’ll back off—”
“Back off?” Chaseughed. “Save that speech for Ethan Haxton. That girl your men were hassling? She’s his dream girl.”
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