NovelEnglish"Dexter!" At this point, Maverick was truly a bit flustered. He took a few steps forward. "Don't you dare!" "Don't worry. I'll have someone keep an eye on her to make sure she finishes her drink.” Just then, the private room door was abruptly flung open, and Laura stormed in. Upon witnessing the scene before her, she froze on the spot.
Dexter remained seated where he was. Everything had already been taken care of.
Laura cast a glance around, her voice laced with anger as she asked, "Who told you to come?" "Ms. Brandel..." Laura stepped forward, picked up a glass, and smashed it on the ground. "None of you will get away with what happened today. Now get lost!" Upon hearing the command, everyone hurriedly made their way out. Dexter remained unmoved in his spot. He lifted his finger, and Felix promptly shut the door of the private room once again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Dexter, are you trying to get someone killed?" Laura lowered her voice.
Dexter acted as if he hadn't heard a thing. He stood up directly, casually unbuttoning his cuff as he walked over to Maverick. His tone was light and nonchalant as he asked, “Which hand did you use to touch her just now?" "You..." In the next moment, everyone saw Dexter's swift action. He employed a professional grappling technique, gripping Maverick's arm and throwing him to the ground. His knee cdown, landing just right on the shoulder blade of the fallen man.
The sound of a bone breaking could be heard.
Maverick let out a mournful howl.
Dexter slowly rose to his feet. He took the napkin from the waiter's hand, meticulously wiping his hands clean, one finger at a time. "I'll say it straight. This is the consequence if you dare to mess with Josie." The napkin was discarded, landing perfectly on Maverick's face.
It would take no less than a year and a half for his arms to fully recover.
Astonished, Laura clenched and then unclenched her fingers. She glanced back at Josie and frowned.
"Aren't you going to clean this up?" Dexter reminded in a calm voice.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLaura let out a sigh, signaling the attendant to carry Maverick out.
Juliette, who had been waiting outside, saw the door of the private room swung open. A group of people stumbled out, all of them looking drunk and terrified, a far cry et from their usual authoritative ele demeanor. There was even one person who was carried out on a stretcher, his eyes vacant and devoid of any spark. Following that, Laura assisted Josie out, and Juliette was astounded. "What on earth happened? Josie, are you all right?" Josie's head felt heavy, but she still managed to raise her hand to signal that she was okay.
It was only natural for Laura to take her home, as she was part of her family.
Dexter said calmly, "I've taken care of it for you. She's fine. You can rest easy now." Indeed, Josie appeared to be unscathed, yet the circumstances were evidently far from ordinary. The scene was somewhat overly al.ne tic, with the person in charge making a personal appearance and a crowd scattering in chaos. S Juliette had absolutely no idea what had transpired.
"Dexter, you-' "I'm a bit tired. Be more mindful of such social obligations in the future." Dexter left behind a comment that, for reasons unknown, Juliette heard a hint of resentment and anger in. Dexter seems to be particularly concerned about Josie.
Given his status, there was no way he would personally step in to save a stranger.
After the group of people departed, Juliette grabbed Winona's arm. "What exactly happened when you were inside just now? Telleverything." Winona seemed rather hesitant as if she had been forewarned about something. It took her a while before she said, "Well, it's nothing much. It's just that Mr. Russell had them apologize to Alice." "That's all?" The outcwas as such, but the process was somewhat brutal.
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