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    “You’re surprised, huh? I must say, you’re looking fine,” the man said.


    Lydia stood on her tiptoes, attempting to look past the man in search of Jeffry, but his presence was too imposing, blocking her viewpletely.


    Lydia exhaled sharply and shoved the man aside. “Get lost! You’re disgusting. How dare you stand in my way?”


    Her desperation to find Jeffry left her with no patience for the man’s nonsense. “How dare you speak to me this way?” The man was furious and grabbed Lydia by the shoulder.


    Without hesitation, Lydia twisted his arm behind his back, causing him to cry out in pain.


    “Do you have any idea who I am? How dare youy a hand on me! You’re going to regret this!” the man shouted.


    His cries attracted attention, and quickly, eight men gathered around.


    “Oh no! Mr. Martin’s been attacked!”


    “Who the hell did that?”


    Amid the chaos, someone swung a bottle at Lydia, but the attack was stopped when a hand seized the attacker’s wrist, causing the bottle to fall to the floor.


    Elena appeared behind Lydia.


    “You fool, do you realize who you’re messing with? You’ve just sealed your fate!” Lydia kicked Keith Martin away.


    Keith clutched his arm, his eyes filled with anger as he red at Lydia with malice. “You bitch, it’s your honor that I fancy you. Drop the act and beg me to forgive you, or you and your friend aren’t walking out of here!” Hisckeys erupted in mockingughter.


    “Ha-ha! Mr. Martin sure knows how to stir things up.”


    “You’ve seriously pissed off the wrong guy. You’re in big trouble.”


    “Mr. Martin’s attention should be seen as a privilege. You’d better start begging!”


    “Exactly, start begging, both of you!”


    Lydia and Elena exchanged a nce, flexing their wrists and bracing themselves for what mighte next.


    The surrounding crowd remained motionless, none daring to intervene. Keith was infamous in the, with his father in charge of the local police and his mother a court president.


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    Although the bystanders felt sympathy for Lydia and Elena, fear of retaliation stopped them from stepping in.


    Out of nowhere, a voice broke through the tension. “Elena, what are you doing?”


    Darren had just stepped out of the restroom, unaware of the situation. Seeing Elena unexpectedly brought a smile to his face, his eyes shimmering with excitement.


    “Hey, man!” Keith tilted his head up. “Are these two with you?”


    Caught off guard by Keith’s direct approach, Darren swelled with a mix of pride and surprise. For a long time, he had tried to infiltrate Keith’s inner circle with a series of schemes.


    Keith, the son of the local police chief, was associated with the elite. Before the Griffiths family’s financial downfall, Darren had never been close to Keith’s circle, and even less so now. Currently, Darren had been reduced to serving drinks to their group.


    Darren pointed at Elena, his voice dripping with ttery as he said, “Mr. Martin, she’s a friend of mine.”


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