My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1472

Nobody would have expected that those two girls were courageous to attack Flynn in front of the Staffords. Just as the men from the Staffords moved to defend the fallen boy, the security team from Audistin rushed out onto the streets and effectively blocked their way. The head of security was looking extremely displeased with them.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to start a fight outside Audistin?” he barked.

Audistin had a formidable reputation. The Winstons and Fletchers ran the place and the Michels were rumored to have shares in the business as well. The clubhouse was backed up by crime organizations and the military; word had it that the security team was made up of soldiers who retired from the special forces, former secret agents, and bloodthirsty mercenaries. As such, one would naturally avoid causing a scene anywhere near the club.

Panicking over the safety of her fiancé, Kimberly pointed an accusatory finger toward Carmen and Poppy—both of whom were still throwing punches at Flynn—before shouting, “They’re the ones who started the fight!”

Those were the same security personnel from the club earlier—they did not dare to leave their posts until Carmen and Poppy safely made it home.

They had been watching from inside the club when the fight started, but they immediately rushed out when they saw that Staffords’ men were about to attack the girls.

“It’s hardly a big deal if it’s between minors,” the head of security countered coldly, acting as if he could not see the nearby fight that was going on.

Upon hearing that, Kimberly’s eyes widened in shock. She was now certain that the security had been dispatched by none other than their opponents and it seemed as if they were intent on watching Flynn being beaten to death.

As the security held them back, the men who worked for Stafford Group could only watch from the sidelines as he continued to brace himself against Carmen’s abuse.

However, just as she gained momentum in the fight, her eye caught a startling flicker of green from the car parked by the side of the road.

A pair of green eyes stared in her direction from within the shadows. The green was so captivatingly familiar that it drew her gaze toward the car and distracted her from the fight.

The pair of green eyes also looked at her and in that moment, Flynn’s cries of pain as well as Poppy’s string of profanities melted into the background. The longer the owner of the green eyes and Carmen stared at each other, the more she felt as though time and space no longer existed. There was an unspoken conversation that seemed to hang in the air between them, as if their souls tried to convey every single thought and emotion to one another.

She recognized those piercing green eyes as well as that car—the vehicle was the brainchild of the first-ever collaboration between Michel Group and Ronney Group. Michel Group’s extensive experience in arms-manufacturing and advanced technology combined with Ronney Group’s prowess in aesthetics culminated in the final design for the car. The model was essentially refined armor—elegant on the outside and tough within.

The concept of the car was a sensation after it made its debut, which piqued the interests of many of the world’s richest men. The limited edition model was sold out before it could even hit the market, resulting in a huge triumph for the collaborating parties; the way in which they had combined both art with advanced defence technology was an iconic breakthrough for their respective industries.

Sophia was the one to suggest the initial concept so that she could include it in one of the collections of her ‘Premium High-Tech’ project.

Over the course of a decade, she and her brother, Linus, had worked together to realize all of her designs. Premium High-Tech was now renowned as a pioneer in the industry and paved a bright future for luxury goods and technology alike.

At the current moment, the car that was idling by the side of the road was a premium collector’s edition, which was launched to commemorate Premium High-Tech’s tenth anniversary. There were only twelve of those in the world and the cars were so exclusive that only those who knew a higher-up in the company could get their hands on them. In fact, the owners of those twelve cars had maintained extremely close relations to the manufacturer.

Carmen was more than familiar with the profiles of those twelve clients and there was only one person among them with green eyes—Bailey Adams.

She did not think that she would see him outside the club.

Now that she thought about it, they had not seen each other for a decade. In fact, the last time she saw him was before Michael’s cryopreservation.

After that, Carmen had left for her studies abroad and did not meet Bailey ever since.

He mostly kept a low profile and not even the media could get any pictures of him; she wondered what he looked like after all those years.

She was still staring in his direction when Flynn snarled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Carmen?”

Snapping out of her reverie, Carmen remembered that she was supposed to be beating him up. She attacked him with a deadly kick to the face—a move which was passed down through the generations in the Fletcher family—and sent him flying while bringing a satisfying end to the battle.