Just as I turned around to stop them, Jordan threw out an answer apathetically, "Whatever."
That single word carried so little weight that it made Anne seem like an insignificant passerby.
Maybe that's the case for him but not for me.
I frantically waved at Quinn and Lucas, "No, he didn't mean that. Well be responsible for what Anne did. I'll be responsible. Leave her alone!"
However, Quinn didn't pay attention to me at all. He merely waited for Jordan to speak. When he saw that Jordan didn't react, his countenance turned cold. He picked up his gun and stood. Clenching his teeth, he threatened, "Jordan, I hope you'll be able to bear the consequences of this decision!"
"Let's go!"
Subsequently, he left with Lucas in a fit of rage.
Jordan took no notice of them, which also meant that he wouldn't be protecting Anne. This way, they wouldn' t have to worry about being outnumbered while teaching Anne a lesson even if there were only the two of them.
Letting them leave meant that Anne was no longer
safe.
It would be so easy for a gang member to assassinate a person.
I wanted to chase after them, but as soon as I left the dining room, I had already lost sight of their figures.
Those two guys were currently full of resentment. It was very likely that they would be able to find Anne soon. I was so vexed that I roared at Jordan crazily, "Are you mad? Why did you say that? Even if you're unwilling to keep Anne safe, couldn't you just delay them for a while for my sake? You could have said something perfunctory and dismiss them. What you said is going to kill Anne, do you know that?"
"It's none of my business," Jordan was unmoved and he continued to eat as if nothing had happened, "It's hard enough to understand you. I’ m not interested in other women."
"You!" I was so infuriated that I was speechless. There was no way of communicating with this person.
With no time to think, I rushed out with my bag and drove directly to the club.
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