“Who the hell do you think you are? Letting her drink? Huh?” Max arched an eyebrow, then slammed Quentin's
head against the table with a heavy hand.
Quentin's date shrieked, but the moment Max shot her a cold glare, she collapsed to the floor, clutching her
mouth, not daring to make a sound.
“Brother? You think you deserve that title? What, am | dead to you?” Each sentence dropped softer than the last,
until Max was practically whispering in Quentin's ear-but the words sent a chill straight down Quentin's spine.
“You want company? | don’t mind sending you on a little trip-straight to hell.”
He yanked Quentin around again and again, as if he were nothing more than a limp rag doll.
“I'm sorry, Max, | swear | didn’t know she was with you! | didn’t do anything to her, please, just letgo. I'm
begging you, Max, please-"
Quentin had assumed that after being cast out by the Tate family for being the unwanted daughter, Alessia must
have found herself srich sugar daddy-never in his wildest dreams did he imagine she'd show up with Max.
Everyone knew those two were the most infamous feuding siblings in their circle. If they could help it, they
wouldn't even appear at the spublic event. Who could have guessed Alessia would walk in with Max
tonight? If Quentin had known, he wouldn't have set foot in that restaurant for all the money in the world.
He kept pleading, desperate. If Max let him go, Quentin probably would've dropped to his knees and groveled on
the spot.
“Lessie! Are you okay?” Just then, Ethan appeared with the restaurant manager in
tow.
“Miss Morton!” The manager's face went white as a sheet. He looked like he might faint any second.
“Take care of the mess. And put this bottle of wine on Mr. Lane’s tab-he ordered it.” Alessia sat calmly in her
chair the entire time, not even flinching when Max started throwing punches. She watched, icy-cool, not a trace
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“Y-yes, of course!” The manager wiped sweat from his brow and hurried off to find help, sending Ethan along
with him. Ethan only left Alessia’s side after confirming she wasn’t hurt.
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“Alright, call the police,” she said-clearly talking to Max.
With a flick of Max’s hand, Quentin crumpled to the floor like a discarded sack. His date rushed over, frantically
calling his name, panic etched on her face.
The hospital results cin, statements were taken, and by the tit was all over, the sky was pitch-black.
Quentin had a mild concussion. His father arrived, ranting and raving about pressing charges-right up until he
saw Max. Then he went silent.
In the end, Alessia turned the tables and pressed charges against Quentin for sexual harassment of a minor.
Later, Max and Alessia stepped out of the police station and found Ethan waiting by a streetlamp. He was still in
his restaurant uniform, clearly having rushed over the moment he could.
“How long are you planning to keep up this charade of playing paupers?” Max
asked.
“It’s kind of fun, don’t you think?” Alessia shot a glance at Ethan, standing not far
away.
“See you.” She waved at Max without looking back, then walked straight toward Ethan.
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He couldn't help but recall the look in Alessia’s eyes as she watched Max beat
Quentin.
Calm. As still and cold as a frozen lake.
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