âMr.
Hughes, Mrs.
Hughes, whatâs going on here?â
Rosalynn had called the manager.
Brian said in a stern, quiet voice, âThese individuals are behaving inappropriately.
Please remove them and ensure they canât come back.
â
âYes, sir.
â
The manager promptly ordered the security guards to escort the disruptive guests out of the retreat.
They were geared up for a brawl.
This news left them all shocked.
âLet us go! Weâve paid.
Why should we be kicked out?â the leading man protested.
âBecause he is our boss!â The manager turned to the security guards.
âQuick, get them out.
We canât let the boss down!â
âYes, sir.
â
The security guards complied and escorted these men away.
When the commotion calmed down, Barlow looked at his friends and smiled.
âThank you, everyone.
â
âYouâre welcome.
I didnât do much,â Sanford replied, intending to have a group fight, but it never materialized.
He felt a bit disappointed.
Brian turned to Barlow with a grin.
âItâs Karina you should be thanking, not us.
â
Lyndon added, âAbsolutely.
We all saw her slap the man who insulted you.
Sheâs the real heroine here, defending you-a poor, weak man who canât fend for himself.
â
Barlow was momentarily speechless.
A poor, weak man?
Although the label stung a bit, he was touched by Karinaâs defense of him.
He raised an eyebrow and pulled Karina into his arms.
âHow should I thank you, my heroine?â
Karina rolled her eyes and clenched her fists.
âGet your hands off me.
Donât touch me unless you want to be the next one I slap!â
Barlow chuckled, holding her tighter.
âIt would be an honor to be slapped by you.
Go ahead, I wonât dodge.
â
âDonât push it,â Karina warned, elbowing his chest.