Chapter 202

Chapter 0202

“Yeah, make him apologize to Gaell’

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In the hallway, several women helped Gael steady himself and wiped away the blood while they berated. Amber and Alexander.

“We're supposed to be friends. How could you let this happen to Gael?”

“Good thing Gael’s got a big heart. If he’d called the police, you’d be behind bars!”

Amber’s face went through a series of changes before she finally clenched her jaw and spoke softly, “You've got it all wrong.

Gael was trying to... He tried to assault me. Alex got here just in time and hit him in the heat of

the moment.”

The room fell into a brief hush as every eye in the crowd of old classmates fixed on Gael.

“Ah”

Gael dramatically exhaled, his sigh dripping with insincerity, “I'll own up to it-I've had a thing for Amber since our college days. I

just wanted to chat, to clear the air about the past, but I never imagined...”

He glanced over at Alexander, his face a mask of grief. “Il never imagined that Mister Kane would lash out without asking

questions, just come at me swinging! Friends, I’m telling you, I've been wronged!”

In a synchronized wave, the classmates turned to stare at Alexander, their eyes filled with anger and even

disdain.

Brutal, crude, and completely irrational. How did Amber, the sweetheart of our college years, end up with such a hothead for a

husband? It was beyond belief!

“It's not what you think everyone!”

Amber’s voice was tinged with desperation as she saw the judgment in her classmates’ eyes. Her cheeks flushed with urgency,

and she caught sight of the security camera in the corridor. A spark of hope flickered in her eyes. “I can prove Gael’s lying! I...”

Her words were cut short.

their way.

Down the hallway, two security guards had caught wind of the disturbance and were heading their brandishing rubber batons.

They scanned the group and barked, “What’s the trouble here? Don’t bother the other guests!”

“Which room are you from? If you’re not singing, then beat it! This is Rectewald Mall, not your playground!”

Amber’s face tensed, her heart racing.

Rectewald Mall was Drake’s domain, the once-feared underworld king of Ol’ Mare. Even though he had left his old ways behind,

his legend still loomed large over Tormora.

It was no exaggeration to say that stirring up trouble in Rectewald Mall was like signing one’s own death warrant by crossing

Drake.

“Guys.”

By then, Gael managed to stand up, though his speech hissed through broken teeth.

He shot Alexander a venomous glare, then waved over the two security guards, his eyes flashing with rage. Name’s Gael. The

Kingsley private room is my turl! Do me a solid and fetch the manager, Mister Bacco. Tell him to come here.”

The Kingsley private room?

The guards looked at each other, their hearts pounding. Whoever could afford the Kingsley private room was no small fry. They

might work for Drake, but they were just guards. They knew who they could mess with and who was off-limits.

“Mister Gael Fabin.”

One guard hesitated, forcing a smile. “Can I ask how you're connected to Mister Bacco? He’s on shift today. swamped with

work...”

“Cut the nonsense!” Gael, already fuming, lost all restraint. He jabbed a finger toward Alexander's nose and roared, “Tell Mister

Bacco I got roughed up! And get him down here to sort this guy out!”