"It''s nothing," Jimmie said tly, pulling his gaze away and following the director into a private room.


    Just as their conversation was wrapping up, a loudmotion erupted outside the door.


    "What''s going on?" the director asked with a frown.


    “Someone''s causing trouble,” an assistant replied respectfully. “It''s getting pretty rowdy out there. Maybe we should head out now.”


    Given Mr. Tate''s celebrity status, if a crowd gathered and recognized him... all hell would break loose.


    "Let''s go." Jimmie put on his hat and mask.


    As they reached a corner in the main hall, a man covered in designer brands and tattoos flew unexpectedly toward them. With a loud thud, his body mmed into the wall before bouncing back onto the floor. His mouth was bruised, blood trickled from his nose, and he writhed in agony.


    "Whoa." The director jumped back in rm. Jimmie, however, stood his ground, his eyes fixed on the arrogant ''man'' who was now nonchntly rubbing his knuckles.


    "Didn''t you hear me?" Lue casually picked up a bottle and handed it to the trembling girl beside her, her voice icy. "I told you to smash it over his head. You don''t know where his head is?"


    The girl was forced to hold the bottle, her body shaking like a leaf. She just shook her pale face, unable to do it.


    "Hah." Lue smirked at the girl''s reaction. "Pathetic."


    "Mr. Langley..." The girl crumpled to the floor, her face streaked with tears. "Is... is he going to be okay?"


    "Okay?" Lue took out a wet wipe and meticulously cleaned the blood from her hands, then picked up a ss and swirled the contents, wicked smile on her face. "This state, he probably feels worse than dead. But don''t worry..."


    Lue pulled the girl into an embrace, pinching her chin and smiling carelessly. "I''m


    rich. Even if I beat him to death, it wouldn''t be a problem.”


    Lue turned to the girl. “Go tell the manager you''re leaving with me.”


    She pulled a credit card from her pocket, holding it between her fingers with a flourish. “His medical bills and any damages here can be charged to this card."


    The girl took the card and stumbled towards the back.


    “Wait.” Lue seemed to remember something and called after her. Then, addressing the entire bar, she announced, "Sorry to spoil the mood. Everything tonight is on me. Enjoy."


    On her? Whoa!


    "Who is that?" The crowd murmured, staring at the brazen Lue. "I''ve never seen that face in Era City before. What a spender."


    "I heard the girl was originally with Mr. Whitman. This Mr. Langley just waltzed in and snatched her awaye The Whitman family is notoriously ch. No way he''d let someone take what''s his. He came out swinging a bottle."


    But his threats had been empty. A few words were exchanged, and the next thing everyone knew, Mr. Whitman was lying on the ground like a stray dog.


    Listening to the surrounding chatter, Jimmie''s frown deepened. After a moment, he turned to leave. They had separate cars and went their own ways.


    Jimmie had just driven a short distance when he saw Lue''s motorcycle parked on the side of the road. The girl who had left with her was staring at her, tears streaming down her face. "Mr. Langley, I''m begging you."


    What now? Jimmie had never had a good impression of these violent, profligate rich kids who threw money around. The girl was about the same age as his sister.


    ve


    Frowning, Jimmie put his foot on the brake, ready to push open his car door and intervene when he


    suddenly heard her continue-