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Chapter 61 Scums should be treated as one
Scums should be treated as one "Mrs. Malfoy, not Miss Woods" The stylish woman corrected, bringing the cup of coffee to her lips. "I'm surprised you asked to meet, Mrs..." ""Call me Grace, and I will call you by your name as well," Grace replied.
Some years back Arlina and Grace met at an auction house. They weren't acquainted then but they met again ata tea party and we're familiar with each other.
Their familiarity isn't like that of close friends, it is much like that relationship between wealthy people.
Arlina was married to one of the richest men in Arty City while Grace
also directs the biggest constituents of the Scavo Group.
Arlina wasn't really interested in Grace before but after what she saw at the hospital, she just couldn't think of anything while Grace knew that only someone with the same power as the Scavo family could be worthy of interfering in the matters at hand.
Even if something goes wrong, it won't affect the Malfoy Family too much. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Grace knows her son, what he can do, and what he cannot do. And since it was possible that he had done something horrifying, Grace's only thought was how to make things right without putting Ricky in the middle of it.
"The ast time we met was at the Harrison's Charity banquet" Arlina
uttered, a beautiful smile gracing her lips. Curiosity was getting the better of her, she wanted to know what Old_ A Master Scavo was doing in the hospital room of that useless boy. "I'm curious as to why you requested to see me." It was known that the Scavo family rarely attended tea parties, soirees, or banquets. However, it was well known that Grace takes care of the family in this way. Because she frequently represents the Scavo family in situations like this with her elegant attire and expensive clothes, she is even more well-known than Sophia and the other family members.
"I will get straight to the point," Grace said. "I know this might come as a shock but I really need your help."
Arlina looked gently but in her mind, she already had her answer. "Okay, let's hear you out." &» - The small bar, dimly lit with neon signs flickering on the walls, emanated an atmosphere.
As the last call echoed through the smoky air, an elderly man stumbled out of the bar, his senses dulled by the liquor he had consumed.
A lifetime of pleasure was visible in the wrinkles on his face, amplified by his inebriation. He reeked of alcohol, a pungent odor that followed him like a cloud, and his unsteady gait gave away the effect the drinks had taken on him.
Across the street, a young woman
hurriedly walked, her focus solely on her phone screen.
Tucked away in her own world, she had no idea that a man was waiting for her a short distance away.
The old man suddenly lunged at her, snatching her phone out of her hands and slamming it onto the merciless ground below. In shock and terror, she looked up at the old man, trying to comprehend the chaos that had just unfolded in front of her. "What do you think you are doing?! Are you insane?!" "What a beauty" The man used his hand to trace the girl's face while the girl tried to slap his hand away. A deafening slap landed on the girl's delicate cheeks making her stagger with tears in her eyes.
With a sickening smile spreading across his inebriated face, the elderly man slurred, "Sleep with me." With a look of desperation mixed with greed, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the young woman.
He took a quick look in his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and flung it in front of her, the bills flying across the sidewalk. A few interested onlookers were drawn to the scene and watched in silence, not knowing how to get involved.
"Why are you doing this?" Tears streamed down the young woman's face as fear consumed her. She trembled and attempted to push the old man away, but her futile efforts resulted in a sharp slap across her cheek again. The force of the blow sent her sprawling to the ground,
disoriented and defenseless.
However, before the situation could escalate further, a powerful punch landed squarely on the old man's face, causing him to stagger backward and collapse onto the cold ground.
A hulking figure with vibrant green hair stood protectively over the young woman, his muscular frame radiating strength and resolve. Beside him, a young woman with short hair, delicately tinted blue, gazed coldly at the man.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the green-haired man growled, his voice resonating with an intimidating authority. Gazing at the woman next to him, his eyes glowed with an intense fire. "What a piece of scum!"
"Isn't that good? We won't have to feel bad for kidnapping an innocent old man" The young woman replied, "Douchebags ought to be handled as one." As she said that, a smirk appeared on her lips. She turned to face the quivering woman. "You should be careful and learn how to protect yourself. Someone might not the there for you another time." Her words may have been straightforward, but they carried a deep meaning. Women shouldn't always wait to be protected, they should learn how to protect themselves. People are wicked and won't intervene... We live in a world like that.
The young woman shuddered, brushed
away her tears, and discovered her voice. "I... do not even know him," she stumbled out, appreciative of her sudden saviors' presence.
Without uttering another word, the green-haired man and young woman swiftly moved, gripping the still- reeling old man with a strength that belied their appearances. They dragged him away from the scene, their faces etched with a mixture of anger and compassion.
As they disappeared into the shadows, the elderly man's slurred protests barely audible, the young woman finally allowed herself to breathe.