The manager looked like a completely different person from earlier. He had blood trailing down from his mouth and his face looked like his soul had left his body.
Lucas' slap wasn't something that an ordinary person could withstand.
Since this happened because of us, we couldn't just sit by and do nothing. So, we took out all the cash we had from our bags. "Take this money and lay low somewhere. Don't stay in Jarold City for the time being."
He was clearly unaware of Lucas' background. He fidgeted with the money then refused, "No, ladies. We're just doing our duty."
I opened up the manager's fist and stuffed the money onto his hand. "If you want to live, listen to me."
"I..." The manager looked at me and then at Cyril next to him. After getting his consent, he accepted the money. "Thank you very much!"
"No worries. Get to the hospital quickly. You were hit on the head. Don't ignore it." "Understood. I'll leave right now." As he said this, he signaled towards the security guards who were holding him up before staggering out of the dining area and disappearing through the kitchen door.
As soon as they left, Cyril's personality changed completely. He seemed more like a little puppy as he asked Freya, "Are you okay?"
As he asked her this, he went to hold her hand, but Freya avoided his hand.
"Please be aware of yourself, Mr. groom."
She had deliberately emphasized "Mr. groom". It seems that Freya still cared about his. His boutonniere wasn't very big, but it was big enough for her to notice it.
He looked down at the boutonniere on his chest and quickly removed it. "D*mn, do you mean this? This is just a prop. I've just finished filming a wedding scene on set, and I came over to see all of you."
He paused for a moment before turning towards Freya and asked apprehensively, "Why haven't you been replying to my messages?"
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