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.

thought, ‘Madelyn warned me that Fred isn’t any better. I should get through this

vast array of dishes covered the table, all to Mya’s taste. As they began to eat, a waiter appeared.

on some fried chicken and downed a couple of drinks, and now her stomach was beginning to protest its emptiness. Her words

Ms. Harper,” said

seen anyone so uninhibited in his

It’s the best they offer. Almost as good as what Madelyn makes. Don’t just look at me. Try it.

urged “Really, it’s tasty, I’m not lying. I’ve been here many times before.” As she said that, she crammed more carne fritas into her mouth. Her utensils glistened with saliva from her previous bites, and sauce smudged the corners of her mouth, completely disregarding her

the women who

in such delicacies, but watching Mya’s hopeful eyes made it hard for anyone to say

a try.” Fred scooped some of the food Mya offered, popped the food into

see? Told

began piling more food onto Fred’s plate. “Try

dig in again, a waiter arrived with her dessert and a bottle of wine

of cider

drinks, Fred topped off Mya’s glass himself. She frowned. “Is this for

is mild. Give it a try,” said