“Yes, sir!”


    In the private room, security guards swiftly covered Dr@per’s mouth, muffling his cries for mercy.


    Then, they hauled him out of the room.


    Once they were gone, the manager approached Hilliard and apologized.


    “I’m terribly sorry, Mr.


    Simmons.


    I never expected that Mr.


    Castro would do such a thing.


    Next time, we’ll ensure the customers are decent people before letting them in.


    ”


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    Hilliard nodded without saying a word.


    The manager continued, “Mr.


    Castro has messed with the food and turned the whole ce into a mess.


    How about I arrange a nicer private room for you and Miss Turner?”


    Just as Hilliard was about to respond, Jennifer interjected, “There would be no need for that.


    I’ve had my fill.


    ”


    “In that case, I’ll leave you in peace.


    Let me know if you need anything.


    ”


    The manager grinned fawningly, promptly exited the room, and shut the door behind him.


    Immediately he left, the room immediately fell into silence.


    Hilliard made his way to Jennifer’s left and settled into a seat that Dr@per hadn’t sat on.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Peering at her profile, he inquired in a hushed tone.


    “Are you content with a fiancé like Dr@per?”


    “What’s your take?” she asked.


    He sat upright in silence, his gaze locked onto her face.


    “You don’t really Like him.


    Otherwise, you wouldn’t have stayed quiet and watched him suffer.


    ” Hilliard pointed out.


    Jennifer’s smile turned bitter, and she said, “Dr@per could help the Turner Group do well.


    I don’t have a choice but to agree to the engagement because my father wants it.


    ”


    She took an empty ss and poured herself some red wine.


    “Everyone in Forden knows I tried everything to attract a man but got turned down.


    But Dr@per doesn’t care about my past.


    It’s not your concern.


    You won’t end up marrying me anyway.


    ”


    Feeling down, she raised the ss to drink.


    But Hilliard took it away.


    Jennifer’s frustration bubbled within her as Hilliard snatched the ss of wine away for the second time.


    A surge of irritation coursed through her, her words sharp and unyielding.


    “Hilliard, give that back! Who are you to dictate my actions? What gives you the right to impede my enjoyment?”