Chapter 803 I'm Sorry, I Didn't Recognize You
Just as he grabbed Violet's hand, there was a loud sound. In the dim light, a bodyguard dressed in black swiftly approached, raised his leg, and forcefully kicked the greasy trust fund kid to the ground.
The trust fund kid had been pampered since childhood and had never been kicked like this before.
Especially since the kick almost hit his kidney.
In pain, he clutched his side and started howling, completely losing his composure. Between his cries, he cursed through gritted teeth, "Who the hell dares to kick me? Do you believe I'll ruin you?"
As he finished speaking, Brady slowly emerged from the shadows. His tall figure loomed over the man lying on the ground, his voice cold as ice, "Ruin me? Really?"
The trust fund kid squinted against the light to see him, his small eyes widening in shock as he stared at the man before him.
Brady? How could it be Brady?
Why was he here?
Wait. He knew Brady was married. But when he last checked Twitter, he had only glanced at Brady's wife without paying much attention. Now, thinking back, wasn't she the pretty little thing?
Realizing his mistake, the trust fund kid was instantly furious inside.
Oh no, oh no, he had tried to hit on Brady's wife.
Of course, playing dead might save his life now. Ignoring the pain in his side, he stumbled to his feet and quickly put on a smile, saying, "Mr. Hall, it was all a joke, just a joke. Sorry for the disturbance."
Pausing for a moment, not waiting for Brady to respond, he hurriedly turned to Violet and apologized, "Mrs. Hall, I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you. I deserve to be punished."
With that, he slapped himself.
Then he hurriedly left, not daring to stay any longer, fearing Brady might kill him.
As the greasy trust fund kid left, the previously chaotic booth fell into a dead silence.
Violet's face stiffened slightly, her teeth biting her lower lip, feeling incredibly awkward and nervous as she looked at the suddenly appearing Brady. Her hands clutched her dress tightly, completely unsure how to explain herself.
She hadn't gone to the spa today but had come to the nightclub instead.
Emily's face wasn't much better. How could she have known Brady would come to catch them?
Oh no, oh no, was she doomed?
Emily looked at Brady with trembling eyes, then quickly turned to Violet for help.
Violet was in trouble herself, but seeing Emily's pleading and nervous look, she had no choice but to step up.
"Sweetheart, why are you here too?" Violet softened her expression, coughed, and said gently.
"Only you can come here?" Brady was still angry, but truly being mad at her was impossible.
However, he didn't want to let his wife off the hook so easily.
So he deliberately put on an angry face and said coldly, "Did you make the rules, sweetheart?"
Violet remained silent.
Brady was angry.
"Sweetheart, I didn't make any rules. You can come here." Violet walked over, hugged his waist, and acted cute, "Sweetheart, let's go home, okay?"
"Not playing anymore?" Brady still spoke coldly on purpose.
"I wasn't here to play. I was just relaxing." Violet put on a sweet smile, rubbing her chin against his chest, "Sweetheart, don't be mad, okay? Please?"
"I can't help but be mad." Brady glanced at the still trembling Emily and said, "Emily, I'm taking her home. You should go home too. It's not safe here."
With Brady's orders, Emily dared not object, nodding like a pecking chicken, "Mr. Hall, I'll go home right away."
She said this while grabbing her bag to leave.
As she passed by Violet, Emily forced a smile and said, "Mr. Hall, it's all my fault. Please don't be too hard on Violet when you get home."
With that, she left first.
Once Emily was gone, Brady took Violet's hand and started walking out.
Seeing that he seemed genuinely angry, Violet bit her lip, thought for a moment, and touched his arm, saying, "Sweetheart, I won't come here to play anymore. Please don't be mad, okay?"
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