Chapter 632

Nathaniel followed where Paul was pointing and spotted Lydia and Connor instantly. Even with their hats and masks on, their presence filled the room. Something about them felt familiar to Nathaniel, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
He frowned, his tone sharp and commanding. “Who do you think you are, causing trouble here?”
Lydia hadn’t expected Paul’s backup to be Nathaniel, her cousin from the Robinson family. That was a twist she hadn’t seen coming.
With Nathaniel backing him up, Paul’s confidence shot through the roof. “Mr. Robinson, both of them can fight. That girl’s no pushover either. I’m telling you, they came here tonight looking for a fight.”
Lola remembered Paul bragging about working for Mr. Robinson, but she never thought she’d actually see him up close. Hot, magnetic, and loaded… He was perfect in every way. If he wanted to keep her on the side, she’d say yes a hundred times over.
“Nathaniel, it was them. They scared me so much. Look, they even made Paul bleed,” Lola whined, her voice syrupy sweet as she tried to win Nathaniel over. He barely glanced at her, his frown deepening.
Paul jumped in with a pitiful look. “I can take a couple of punches, that’s not the problem. What worries me is if they come back again. It could mess with your family’s business, ruin the reputation of this place.”
Nathaniel listened, then turned to Lydia and Connor. “So, how are you two going to make up for the trouble you caused here tonight?”
Lydia just laughed and pulled off her hat.
Nathaniel’s heart skipped. She looked even more familiar now, but he still couldn’t place her.
Then Lydia tugged down her mask. Nathaniel’s eyes widened. He blurted, “Racer Girl?”
That face was burned into his memory. She’d made such an unforgettable impression before that he couldn’t forget her if he tried.
Paul was completely stunned. He just stared, lost for words. Lydia’s beauty was striking, the kind that couldn’t be faked or bought. It’s nothing like Lola’s influencer look. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.net
Hold on… what did Mr. Robinson just call her?
Racer Girl?
Lydia arched a brow. “So you still remember me?”
Nathaniel was at a loss. He glanced at Connor, who stood silently at Lydia’s side. “And him
Connor pulled off his own mask and gave Nathaniel a cold snort. “You better clean up this place, or just shut it down.”
As soon as Connor’s flawless face came into view, everyone froze. He was the same guy who’d been all over the internet that morning, General Jefferson.
Paul felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He’d just picked a fight with the legendary Connor Jefferson? His knees nearly buckled.
Nathaniel was just as stunned. His future cousin-in-law was making a scene at his own club, with his so-called little girlfriend How could Connor be so brazen It was like he didn’t care about the Norwood
family or the Robinson family at all.
“Connor, did our family do something to upset you?” Nathaniel asked, trying to make
sense of it. “Why are you stirring up trouble here?”
Connor just smiled, his expression unreadable. “The only problem here is your useless sidekick. Why not check the security footage and see what really happened?
Lydia didn’t bother wasting words. “Go pull up the footage.”
The moment Paul heard that, his legs threatened to give out. “Mr. Robinson I didn’t realize it was
Mr. Jefferson. Forget it, let’s just net
drop everything that happened tonight. Sorry for the trouble, Mr Robinson. I’ll get my people out of here right away.”
As Paul tried to slip away, Lydia raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Leaving already?”