The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 880

Fred slipped a cigar from his pocket and lit it up. “A bad guy, you say? What makes him so bad?”

“He…” Mya hesitated, her lips parting for a single word before she changed her mind. “Look, we hardly know each other. I’d rather keep it to myself and handle it my way.”

A subtle softness crept into Fred’s otherwise intimidating face. “How can I help if you don’t share the details? If he’s done something awful, I can take care of him for you.”

Mya was still somewhat skeptical of him. She pursed her lips, uncertain whether to voice her concerns.

Perceiving Mya’s dilemma, Fred switched gears. “What’s your relationship with the person you’re concerned about?”

“Madelyn’s my best friend,” Mya blurted out. “But she’s miserable right now. That jerk has her all cooped up and won’t even let her step out of the house.”

Fred was intrigued. ‘Zach Jardin, who runs the whole of Ventropolis, was unable to control a woman? That’s interesting.’

Mya’s words piqued Fred’s curiosity. He wanted to see for himself what kind of woman Madelyn was.

Unaware, Mya found herself going along with Fred’s agenda. She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Tell me more. Maybe I can take him down a peg or two. No pressure, take your time to consider,” Fred

said.

encouraging tone, Mya kept her lips sealed. She thought, ‘Madelyn warned me that Fred isn’t any better. I should

they began to eat,

all day and had hardly eaten anything. She had only snacked on some fried chicken and downed a couple of drinks, and now her stomach was beginning to protest its emptiness.

away, Ms. Harper,” said the

uninhibited in his presence before. Abandoning his cigar, he

they offer. Almost as good

said that, she crammed more carne fritas into her mouth. Her

of me in the slightest. Even the women who were most intimate with me in bed

such delicacies, but watching

offered, popped the food into his mouth,

see? Told you so.”

food onto Fred’s plate. “Try these, too. They’re

passed him a bowl of soup and set it before him. Just as she was about to dig in again, a waiter arrived with her dessert and a bottle of wine for Fred. The waiter asked, “Would you

of cider as

poured the drinks, Fred topped off Mya’s glass himself. She frowned. “Is this for me? I

it a try,”