Chapter 640



Kallie had been drinking heavily for quite some time. Her indulgence was excessive tonight, and soon, a sharp pain gnawed at her stomach.

Startled by Kallie’s obvious discomfort, Linsey quickly offered her help. “Let me help you to the restroom.” But Kallie, struggling to suppress her nausea, pushed Linsey’s hand away.

“No need. I can handle it myself. Just a bit dizzy, but I can still walk. Don’t worry about me. I just need some air,” Kallie said, trying to reassure Linsey.

Reluctantly, Linsey consented to let Kallie go alone.

But as Kallie headed out, Linsey glanced at her watch, making a mental note. If Kallie wasn’t back in ten minutes, she’d go looking for her.

The booming music in the main hall of the bar only added to Kallie’s dizziness and growing irritation.

As the tipsy and gorgeous Kallie stumbled forward, several men saw an opportunity and moved closer with less-than-noble intentions. However, they underestimated her.

As one tried to make his move, Kallie’s hand met his cheek with a forceful slap.

“Hey, you!” the man snapped, visibly angered. “Watch it! Do you even know who I am? I’m not someone you want to mess with.”

Kallie, steadying herself, smirked and replied icily, “Oh, really? Then prove it. Just try something, and see if you get slapped again.”

“Fine! You asked for it!” he snarled, his anger peaking as he reached out to grab Kallie.

Kallie seized her chance to bite him and quickly melted into the crowd. She hadn’t gotten far when a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Uncertain of where to go, Kallie wandered aimlessly. The dense crowd hindered her pursuer’s progress. Yet, her moment of hesitation allowed him to close in.

Feeling footsteps right behind her, Kallie’s panic surged. She grabbed the clothes of a nearby stranger, her voice urgent. “Please, help me.”

Jake, taken aback by the sudden intrusion, had an impulse to shrug her off. But the fear in her eyes, the slight tremble of her form, held him back. A tear dropped onto his hand. She was definitely crying.

Something stirred in Jake’s chest. Strangely, he felt no urge to pull away. “Miss?” he inquired gently, a frown creasing his brow. “Have you mistaken me for someone?”

Kallie spun around, pointing at the approaching man. “He tried to assault me. Could you call the cops?” Jake’s gaze hardened as he assessed the man.

The man, realizing he was cornered, took a step forward with a defensive lie. “Don’t listen to her. She’s my girlfriend. We’re just having an argument.”

“Really?” Jake’s tone was skeptical. His lips twisted into a sneer as he declared, “It’s quite simple. I’m going to call the police this instant. If she truly is your girlfriend, then I’ll offer you an apology. However, if she isn’t, you might find yourself behind bars for a bit.”

The man’s expression shifted to one of panic.

In a menacing tone, he retorted, “Do you have any idea who I am? I’m employed by the Morgans, the wealthiest family in the area.”

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