Helen frowned and promptly grabbed Gina. “Why are you shouting, Mom?”


    “Oh, where have you been?!” Gina cried urgently. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?!”


    Helen sighed exasperatedly. “I was in a meeting.”


    “This is serious!”


    “What’s serious?” Helen remained calm, having gotten used to her mother’s eternally jittery behavior.


    “It’s your brother!” Gina cried frantically. “Why else would I be so worried?!”


    “What happened to Peter now?” Helen actually felt panic as she feared whatever mess her brother


    made now.


    “He was at a barst night but somehow ended up in a fight this morning,” Gina exined. Helen


    inhaled deeply as she clenched her knuckles–could Peter not ever tone down his misdemeanors?


    “Who was he fighting with?” she asked.


    “I don’t know, but I think it started because of some girl,” Gina said before pressing her. “Oh, stop


    asking questions–they have your brother! You have to help him!”


    “I have to ask,” Helen retorted, gritting her teeth. “I should at least find out who he got in a fight with and


    on whose turf. Do you think he’d keep behaving like this if you hadn’t spoiled him like you did?”


    “Yes, yes, I get it. He’s at Delightpub now–whose turf is it?” Gina quickly asked.


    Helen shook her head. “I don’t know. Let’s just go there for now.”


    They hurried out of the building and ran into Chris Steiner right then.


    He rushed toward them, asking, “What happened, Helen?”


    “Oh, Mr. Steiner…” Gina quickly said when she saw him. “It’s my son–he got into a fight with someone


    at Delightpub. They’re holding him there now.”


    “What? They’re holding them against his will illegally?” Chris eximed in righteous indignation. “What


    gives them the right?”


    Helen sighed in pain. “We don’t know the details…”


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    “It’s alright. I’ll being with you,” Chris volunteered nheless. “Let’s see what Delightpub has up


    their sleeves.”


    “Oh! But aren’t you busy?” Gina eximed excitedly.


    If anything, they were just two women and would inevitably get bullied–having a man going with them


    certainly inspired confidence!


    “I just happened to be free and thought I should visit Helen,” Chris quickly said.


    “Good,” Helen said without thinking–there was no time to waste with Peter’s safety at stake.


    They got into Chris‘ car and hurried to Delight pub, which was mostly vacant since it was daytime.


    A bouncer led them through the dim interior to the bar, where a blonde woman with wavy hair sat,


    dressed in a red gown with a side slit. The plunging neckline of her gown was barely hiding her


    cleavage!


    At the same time, Helen found Peter sprawled on a sofa, his face bruised and battered.


    Gina sobbed right then. “Are you alright, Peter?”


    “Mom… It hurts…” Peter groaned barely audibly.


    Gina promptly wheeled on Scarlet, the woman in red, and snapped, “Are you the owner? Who do you


    think you are, beating up my son?”


    Scarlet twirled her ss of red wine as she answered nonchntly, “Your son came here and harassed


    one of our waitresses, even groping her. Am I supposed to ignore that?”


    “You’re lying!” Peter eximed, clutching his face. “She’s the one who came on to me! When did I ever


    grope her?”


    Scarlet’s expression turned icy right then. “So, you’re denying it?”