Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092:

With an irritated scowl, he muttered, “Why do you sound like my brother, always so annoying? What’s it to you if I’m drunk?”

Sober, Brody wouldn’t have dared speak to Dane that way, but emboldened by alcohol, he ignored caution—until his friends anxiously pulled him back.

“Mr. Johns, is she someone you know?”

At those words, Brody’s hazy mind finally registered the gravity of the situation, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. Dane’s sharp eyes gleamed with a controlled, menacing intensity.

“She’s my fiancée’s student.”

His words grew colder as they hung in the air.

Brody and his friends shuddered.

They instantly realized antagonizing Dane was a risk they couldn’t afford.

The girl, who had seemed ordinary moments ago, was now revealed as someone untouchable. Worse still, she was under the mentorship of Susan, the Riggs Group’s CEO.

Upsetting either Dane or Susan was unthinkable, but they’d managed to offend both.

Brody’s friends wasted no time, immediately begging for forgiveness. “Mr. Johns, we had no idea she was connected to you. It was all Brody—he was interested in her. We were just here for dinner.”

They quickly distanced themselves from the blame, pinning it on Brody while repeatedly apologizing to Docie.

“Miss, we’re truly sorry for any trouble we caused. Please forgive us.”

Abandoned by his friends, Brody felt a pang of betrayal but knew his brother would make things worse if this wasn’t resolved. Swallowing his pride, he added his voice to the chorus of apologies directed at Dane and Docie.

Their repeated apologies only deepened Dane’s disgust, his frown darkening.

Turning to Docie, Dane asked, “What do you want to do?”

Docie lifted her tear-streaked face to meet Dane’s steady gaze, her shock still evident. At her most vulnerable, she had silently pleaded for someone to save her. And as if answering her plea, he had appeared, a guardian angel in her moment of need.

Now, her rescuer stood before her, his voice anchoring her.

Docie pursed her lips and glanced at the wealthy young men begging before her.

The ordeal was still fresh in her mind, and part of her wanted the men to face severe consequences. Yet with Dane there, she held back her true feelings.

“You don’t need to be afraid. Whatever you decide, Susan and I will stand by you.”

Dane invoked Susan’s name to bolster Docie’s confidence, but she only shook her head.

“They’ve apologized already. Let’s leave it at that.”

Brody and his friends exhaled in visible relief, their gratitude toward Docie palpable. She briefly met their eyes before looking away, hiding her lingering disgust.

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