The restaurant manager quickly arrived with security but hesitated to act against the man because of his size and connections. In that moment of hesitation, the man rudely shoved the manager aside and grabbed me. "Don''t disturb me while I''m hitting on girls," he snapped.


    I could have easily dodged the man''s hand, but L stepped in front of me to protect me.


    When the fat man reached for me, I tried to pull L away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace


    "Let go of me!" 1shouted. He held me around the waist, his hands wandering over my arm as he kept sniffing my hair.


    Just as I was about to lose control, the security guards finally subdued him and pinned him to the ground.


    The fat man continued to curse, and many customers talked about his behavior and how the restaurant was handling the situation. Lyta pulled me into her arms andforted me I closed my eyes, but my lip, and said, "I want to go home." "Okay, Let''s go home," L said while she took the lead


    to stop it. You''re going to face awsuit for allowing this assault to happen"


    she then turned to the manager and added, "You saw an employee being harassed and did nothing to "And you!" L turned and kicked a flowerpot that had fallen to the ground directly at the fat man. "You think you''re so impressive just because you have money?" L sneered, "You think you can just hit on girls? I''ll make sure you get what you deserve."


    With that, L grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the exit. As we approached the sliding door, I caught a glimpse of Leah''s face being reflected in the ss. I stopped, and L asked, "What''s wrong?"


    I didn''t answer but instead looked around the restaurant. The once noisy ce was now quiet, and most of the customers had left


    I turned back to L and said, "Nothing. Let''s just go home."


    I went back to my apartment and took a shower. I scrubbed myself three times before I felt clean.


    Thad been working my part-time job for almost two weeks now, and during that time, only a few guys had hit on me.


    They were usually regrs who had dined there a few times. Usually, once they were rejected, they were quite gentlemanly and would back off.


    I''d never seen the guy who came in tonight. Even though he was dressed in designer clothes, he couldn''t even hold a wine ss properly.


    In high society, table manners were extremely important. Even the Wiley family, despite their nouveau riche status, began leaming proper etiquette at the age of seven


    As I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Leah''s face suddenly appeared in my mind, just as I had seen her through the restaurant window.


    It couldn''t have been a coincidence. But if she had something to do with this... clutched the towel tighter. If this man had been sent by Leah, I''d make her regret it.


    I took a deep breath andposed myself before heading to the living room. L was on the phone when I walked into the living room, and she shushed me. "Come on, Ryan, please," L pleaded, her voice dripping with sweetness. "My best friend''s been bullied, and Ineed to help her get justice!"


    That''s when I realized that Lyle had called her cousin to help me. I was about in tillher it wasn''t necessary when she smiled and said, "Okay! Thank you, Ryan."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.