Mike turned his attention to Dustin, who was standing next to Mr. Robinso
n. He couldn't help feeling threatened by Dustin's calm demeanor and good
looks.
"This is Mr. Rhys, our family's honored guest. He came over to help out."
Mr. Robinson explained.
"Help out?" Abigail humphed disdainfully. "He hasn't said a single thing
since he arrived. You call that helping
out?"
"She's right! Although he has good looks, it's embarrassing how much of a
scaredy–cat he is." The short- haired girl shook her head.
While none of the other girls spoke, it was clear that they were all secr
etly looking down on Dustin. What was the point of being so handsome if h
e was going to run at the first sign of trouble? He was nothing but an ut
terly unreliable man.
"A man should act like one, buddy. You shouldn't try to break up a fight
if you're scared, or you might get hurt." Mike sniggered and patted Dusti
n's shoulder.
Dustin smiled without saying anything, unbothered by those measly words.
"Well, since everything's over, let's go back." Mr. Robinson smoothed thi
ngs over before turning his attention. to his daughter. "Abigail, I've to
ld you many times not to run around at night, especially in places like t
hese. It's dangerous! Hurry up. We're going home now." He grabbed her wri
st.
"Let me go!" Abigail flung his hand away, annoyed. "You can go back alone
! What I do is none of your business!
"What are you doing? I'm just worried about you." Mr. Robinson frowned.
"Worried about me? What's the point?" Abigail snorted. "Even if
I run into trouble, what can you do? It was their fault, yet you kept apo
logizing! You might not feel embarrassed, but I do!"
"I'm just locking out for you. Your safety comes first. And there was no
need to make things worse," Mr. Robinson reasoned.
"Does that mean I'm supposed to put up with everything?" Abigail was disa
ppointed. "You always get treated like this. Do you know why I hate you?
Because you're a coward! I'm begging you. Don't ever show up in front of
my friends ever again. Having a father like you is the biggest embarrassm
ent of my life!"
Mr. Robinson froze. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn't
know what to say. All he wanted was for his daughter to be safe and sound
.
"What are you waiting for? Bri
at the door,
"Abigail-"
your guest and leave! I don't want to see you guys anymore!" Abigail poin
ted
"Go away!" Abigail fumed, ashamed. Why was her father a mere servant who
constantly had to be careful around others, while other people's fathers
were successful and famous?
"You guys should head back first, Uncle Robinson. Don't worry. Abigail wi
ll be fine. I'll protect her," Mike said with a smile. It was rare to see
a father being chewed out by their daughters like this.
"Thank you." Mr. Robinson forced out a smile and turned to leave.
Just then, they heard some noise coming from the entrance of the karaoke
bar, and the man in a suit who had just left came barging in violently wi
th a few dozen men.
"There! Gather them up!" the suited man yelled.
The fierce men drew out their blades and surrounded the room, their vicio
us gazes frightening those inside. As students, how could they ever win a
gainst knives?
"Wait!" Mike stomped forward. "I'm warning you. This place belongs to Lor
d Horst, who is a friend of my dad. You're dead meat if you touch us!"
"Are you fucking threatening me right now?" With a mighty slap, the man s
ent Mike tumbling to the floor. "So what? I'm his fucking brother!!"
His words immediately caused an uproar.