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Alessia’s smile threw Quentin off for a moment. Beside him, his date shook his arm, trying to pull his attention
back, but Quentin shoved her away without a second thought. She shot Alessia a venomous glare, but there was
nothing she could do except watch the scene unfold.
“Of course! Look at me-I’'m good-looking, loaded. Why waste your twith sold man? You'd be better off
with me. Though, don’t get your hopes up-I"d never marry you. But if you want to be my little side piece, | could
make that happen.”
Quentin's voice echoed through the nearly empty restaurant as if he'd picked up a megaphone, making sure
everyone could hear every word.
Alessia let out a soft laugh. “Loaded and good-looking, huh?”
She gave Quentin a slow, deliberate once-over, making no effort to hide her skepticism. But Quentin, oblivious to
her meaning, ran his fingers through the few greasy strands of hair clinging to his scalp and grinned like he was
God's gift.
“Waiter!” Quentin suddenly barked.
No one moved. Just as his expression darkened, Alessia clapped her hands.
“Yes, ma'am?”
“A bottle of your best wine, please-the most expensive you have.”
Ignoring Quentin's demands, the waiter glanced at Alessia, who gave a barely perceptible nod, just enough for
him to catch. He didn’t dare delay. Within moments, he returned with a 1945 Romanée-Conti, worth nearly half a
million dollars. Alessia was quietly pleased at his discernment.
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The waiter uncorked the wine, let it breathe, and poured it into crystal glasses. Quentin snatched his up and
downed it in one gulp, then slammed the bottle down. in front of Alessia with a loud thud.
“Finish this bottle and I'll forget the past. Say something nice to me, and maybe I'll even throw you a little cash,
help you out.”
He slid into Max’s chair, propping his feet up on the table, ruining an entire spread of untouched dishes. Alessia
frowned at the waste.
“Well? Is a hundred grand enough for you? Not enough? How about two hundred?”
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Completely unaware of the danger creeping up on him, Quentin fumbled with his wallet before tossing it onto the
table, swaggering as if he owned the place.
“Quentin.” Alessia crossed her arms. “You do realize I'm not even eighteen yet, don’t you?”
“So what? If anything, that’s better. I'll show you what being an adult is all about.”
His words were crude, his face disgusting enough that even Alessia, who'd seen plenty, felt her stomach turn.
But before she could respond, a shadow appeared behind Quentin.
Without hesitation, the newcomer grabbed what little hair Quentin had and yanked his head back hard.
Quentin's short, stubby legs flew off
the table, and his hands shot up,
trying to pry off the grigpn®is'scaip.
Bt Max gave him no chance. Still
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The crack echoed through the room,
followed by his dates shriek andthe
clatter of Pltgssreshia) tothe floor.
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“AAAH!" Quentin howled, his pudgy face twisting in agony, features scrunched together, streaks of blood and
wine running down his cheeks-a truly nauseating sight.
“Who-who the hell hit me? | swear, you're dead! I'll have my dad put you behind bars for this!”
Max looked down at him with utter
disgust, but didn't loosen his gripn
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For all his violence, Max's tone was calm, almost cheerful-there was even a hint of a smile, though something
wild flickered in his eyes.
“Max? Why the hell is it you?”
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