Chapter 979:
Cold sweat streamed down Brad’s face as he wiped it away with a trembling sleeve. “My deepest apologies, Mr. Scott. I wasn’t here when the incident happened.” His voice cracked like glass about to shatter.
As Brad spoke, his eyes fell on his brother, still kneeling like a pitiful wretch. He was convinced beyond doubt that this idiot had dragged them into disaster. Brad stormed forward and, without restraint, kicked his brother. “Fool! What did you do to offend Mr. Scott?”
Jett struggled to stand, pain etched across his face. “I was only trying to defend Mrs. Lopez after these three women mouthed off at her,” he said, his voice trembling with hurt pride.
“Exactly! They insulted me first, and Jett just stepped up. Now they expect us to apologize? How is that even fair?” Jaida chimed in, her words gaining strength.
Honestly, Jaida doubted Dylan would bother himself with trivial matters, especially for people who seemed unrelated to him. Clearly, those three women didn’t know him.
From Jaida’s perspective, Dylan must’ve wandered into INQ by chance, caught the chaos at the jewelry store, and wanted to protect the mall’s image.
“They’re lying!” Chloe retorted, pointing at Jaida and Jett, her outrage boiling over. The audacity—how could those two twist the truth so blatantly?
“I’m not lying! You were the ones who insulted our regular customer!” Jett’s voice rose, thick with fake indignation. To the unknowing observer, he almost seemed in the right.
Jaida locked eyes with Brad and then turned to Dylan, her voice crisp. “Mr. Scott, they’re just here to stir up trouble. I say we make them apologize, toss them out, and ban them from INQ for good.”
Brad plastered on a nervous smile, turning to Dylan. “What do you think, Mr. Scott?”
𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘﹒𝖈𝖔𝖒
Dylan’s gaze turned icy, his tone measured but cold. “Handle it as you see fit. Don’t let this mess spill over to the rest of the mall.”
Dylan kept his distance, acting as if he’d never met Christina or her friends before. None of them made any move to acknowledge him either, prompting Brad to reveal his true colors.
Feeling even more secure, Jaida was convinced there was no connection between Dylan and the three women. In her mind, he only cared about INQ’s public image. A smug satisfaction crept across her face. These three bitches would pay for offending her.
Brad stepped forward, his tone firm as he swept his gaze across Christina and her crew. “You three owe Mrs. Lopez an apology. Once she accepts it, we’ll drop the whole thing.”
Christina scoffed, crossing her arms. “This is your idea of fairness? Just because you want to protect your brother, you ignore the truth and twist the whole story.”
Brad bristled, his voice rising. “That’s not true! I’m not protecting anyone. I trust Mrs. Lopez—she wouldn’t risk dragging down her own family’s name.”
To Brad, the answer was simple: these women were neither associated with Dylan nor appeared influential. Jaida was a loyal customer, married to the chairman of the Lopez Group, so siding with her was an easy choice.
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