Chapter 737

However, Zachary wobbled in front of her before dropping to the floor with a thud.

Left dumbfounded, Irene promptly dropped to a crouch to check on him the next instant.

However, she found Zachary winking at her away from the others' gazes.

Irene was speechless.He was pretending? Why? While she was still confused, the bald man beckoned for his thugs to leave.

Zachary quickly tugged on her sleeve and mouthed, "Com—pen— sa—tion."

Irene realized with a start and sprang to her feet.

"Stop! Are you trying to leave just like that after you caused injury?"

The bald man wheeled on her with a vicious glare.

"Are you trying to swindle me?!"

"No, but he's unconscious and needs the hospital.You have to foot his bill," Irene said.

The bald man strode toward her right then, but Isaac stepped in between, his presence calm but intimidating.

"What do you think you are doing?"

trying to

hit Zachary anywhere else aside from the face, and not so hard that I he

Isaac around, and she kept insisting

unconscious.Anything that happens next,

cheeks twitched and he pointed at

"Don't fuck with me—argh!"

he could finish, while

at Isaac's hand, as he had grabbed the bald man's index finger and twisted it when

was a crunch —the crisp sound of bone breaking,

while the bald man

"Are you people idiots?!"

his thugs,

been staring at their phones, having been

finger on a man

more or less involved in crime, and once word of this got out, said record might surface, and

of them would want to end up

we just bail?"

want us back if we do, and

"Then, what?"

away and he was down on the ground, curling into a ball and clutching his

he was still snapping at his thugs, "You pigs! I feed you

really should return the check, boss —that's Isaac Jefferson, and he'll come for us if he knows the painting is

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