Patrick sneered.
He retorted, âJames, why stick up for her? Whatâs she got going for her now? Nothing.
Failed with Marcus, couldnât even lock down an old player like Albert.
Ask around in town about her, besides me, whoâd want her? Even if she turned to the oldest profession in the world, sheâd still be looked down on.
Just mark my words.
â
James clenched his fists and shut his eyes.
Damn it!
Patrick was really asking for trouble.
His familyâs fortune wasnât even in the same league as the Waston Groupâs.
If Albert wanted, he could wipe Patrick out with a snap.
James didnât want to get dragged into this mess.
Just then, a chilling voice cut through from the doorway.
âWhy havenât I heard about this?â
Albert strode in.
The dim light in the room cast a shadow over his face, making him look even more ominous.
It was rare to see Albert with such a dark expression; he was usually smooth and charming.
But now, he was ready to defend Jessie at all costs.
Theyâd even called it quits!
Patrick slumped on the sofa, mouth hanging open, like he couldnât quite believe it.
Albert approached slowly.
He rolled up his sleeves, his face set with determination.
It had been years since heâd been in a fightâ¦
But now he was as fired up as a teenager.
He grabbed Patrickâs collar and landed a solid punch.
Albert had a rough past.
Patrick didnât stand a chance.
It soon turned into a one-sided brawl, blood staining th
e sofa in no time.
The guy who usually preyed on women was now whimpering and begging for mercy, too scared to fight back.
Albert tossed him onto the couch like he was tossing aside a napkin.
Meanwhile, Jessie watched, her expression blank.
It was like he meant nothing to her, like his actions didnât even register.
Albert glanced at her and said, âLetâs go!â
She resisted.
But he grabbed her hand and dragged her off.
Before leaving, he tossed a cardâ¦