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Chapter 37
Slater blinked in surprise, his expression quickly shifting to one of confusion as he tried to read Marco’s reaction.
“What’s up with you, bro? Why the sudden anger? I’m just trying to help,” he said, a little defensively.
Marco exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn’t even know what was bothering him anymore. The image of Loraine with Cayson kept playing in his mind, making him feel a strange knot of discomfort in his chest.
Suddenly, Slater pointed toward the ground floor, his voice loud enough to draw attention.
“Hey, look over there! That woman looks just like your ex-wife, Loraine!”
Marco and Jimmie both turned to follow his gaze, and sure enough, there was Loraine, standing close to a strange man.
Slater’s voice dripped with disdain. “See, Marco? This is why I said you shouldn’t give her anything. She’s a whore. Your divorce isn’t even a week old, and she’s already out here, seducing men for money. How disgusting.”
Marco’s expression darkened instantly, his fists clenching. He stood up without a word and started walking away, ignoring the confused looks from his friends.
Back downstairs, Loraine was doing her best to ignore Barry, who, despite her clear disinterest, kept pushing his advances.
The rest of the department was on the other side of the bar, caught up in the party, and no one seemed to notice—or care—what was happening in the quieter corner where Loraine and Barry stood.
At this point, Loraine had had enough. She felt a surge of anger and desperation. Her hand slipped into her bag, and she gripped the small bottle of pepper spray she’d kept with her. It was time to end this.
Barry, unaware of her intentions, only found her cold, detached demeanor even more alluring. His eyes darkened as he reached out, ready to touch her face.
But before he could, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm. He glanced down to see a large hand gripping his wrist with brutal force. He barely had time to react before he was thrown across the room, landing with a thud about three meters away.
“Ouch!” Barry yelped as he crashed onto the hard floor, his wine glass shattering and the red liquid spilling everywhere.
Loraine’s jaw dropped in shock. She looked up, startled by the sudden appearance of her rescuer. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the familiar, imposing figure standing over Barry.
Her breath caught in her throat. The man who had just thrown Barry aside… it was Cayson.
