Chapter 534
“Let’s strike a deal first. If I help you win Christina’s heart, I get the new development project,” Ralphy said with a sly grin.
“Deal.” Dylan agreed without a second thought.
Ralphy wasn’t surprised. When it came to Christina, Dylan would give up anything—land, deals, whatever it took.
“Deal!” Ralphy laughed, clinked his glass, and leaned in to whisper his plan. As Dylan listened, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper. “Are you sure this will work?” he asked doubtfully.
“Relax! It’s foolproof!” Ralphy said with confidence.
Dylan stood, his face serious. “I’ll trust you—just this once.”
“Wait, where are you going?” Ralphy asked, hurrying after him.
“I’m going to try your plan,” Dylan said, already halfway out the door.
“It’s the middle of the night! She’s probably asleep!” Ralphy called after him, frowning. Dylan always seemed calm, but once his heart got involved, he couldn’t sit still. Charging off in the dead of night for a candlelit stunt? He was bound to stir trouble.
As they stepped out of the private room, a sudden commotion broke out. Before Ralphy could make sense of it, a girl in a white dress ran straight into Dylan’s arms.
“Get her!” a rough voice shouted behind her—followed by a group of large men charging right at them.
Dylan’s eyes turned cold as the girl charged toward his arms. He stepped back and yanked Ralphy in front of him.
The girl saw what he’d done. He had switched places with Ralphy. She wanted to stop herself, but it was already too late. She clenched her jaw. Maybe getting close to Ralphy wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
But Ralphy casually sidestepped her. And Dylan, standing behind Ralphy, stepped aside too.
With nothing to break her momentum, the girl tumbled forward and hit the floor hard. Her once sweet face twisted with fury from the humiliating fall and her failed plot of making contact with either of the two men. What was wrong with them? Had no one taught them how to treat a girl?
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“Dude, leave me out of this,” Ralphy said, shooting Dylan a sharp glance.
Dylan shrugged. “A playboy like you scared of this?”
Ralphy scoffed. “What gets on my nerves are those girls who act all cute and soft but then blow up when you won’t play boyfriend. They cling like chewing gum on a shoe.”
Dylan leaned against the wall, lazy and unbothered. “I’m handing you the perfect chance to play hero.”
The girl, still on the floor, gritted her teeth as she listened to them. She was seething. These two weren’t acting like gentlemen. They didn’t just stand there instead of helping her up—they made it feel like playing “hero” for her was a chore.
At this point, a gang of large men stormed over and snapped at Dylan and Ralphy, “Stay out of it, or we’ll snap your legs!”
Dylan’s voice was even and flat. “Not my problem.”
These large men paused. This wasn’t how the scene was supposed to go. The girl was part of the setup against these two wealthy men. Now they were thrown off.
“Guess you know what’s good for you. Move it. You’re in the way,” one of the men sneered, pointing at Ralphy.