Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 336

“It’s nothing,” Jimmie said flatly, pulling his gaze away and following the director into a private room.

Just as their conversation was wrapping up, a loud commotion erupted outside the door.

“What’s going on?” the director asked with a frown.

“Someone’s causing trouble,” an assistant replied respectfully. “It’s getting pretty rowdy out there. Maybe we should head out now.”

Given Mr. Tate’s celebrity status, if a crowd gathered and recognized him… all hell would break loose.

“Let’s go.” Jimmie put on his hat and mask.

As they reached a corner in the main hall, a man covered in designer brands and tattoos flew unexpectedly toward them. With a loud thud, his body slammed into the wall before bouncing back onto the floor. His mouth was bruised, blood trickled from his nose, and he writhed in agony.

“Whoa.” The director jumped back in alarm. Jimmie, however, stood his ground, his eyes fixed on the arrogant ‘man’ who was now nonchalantly rubbing his knuckles.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Luella casually picked up a bottle and handed it to the trembling girl beside her, her voice icy. “I told you to smash it over his head. You don’t know where his head is?”

The girl was forced to hold the bottle, her body shaking like a leaf. She just shook her pale face, unable to do it.

“Hah.” Luella smirked at the girl’s reaction. “Pathetic.”

“Mr. Langley…” The girl crumpled to the floor, her face streaked with tears. “Is… is he going to be okay?”

“Who is that?” The crowd murmured, staring at the brazen Luella. “I’ve never seen that face in Eclara City before. What a spender.”

“I heard the girl was originally with Mr. Whitman. This Mr. Langley just waltzed in and snatched her away. The Whitman family is notoriously rich. No way he’d let someone take what’s his. He came out swinging a bottle.”

But his threats had been empty. A few words were exchanged, and the next thing everyone knew, Mr. Whitman was lying on the ground like a stray dog.

Listening to the surrounding chatter, Jimmie’s frown deepened. After a moment, he turned to leave. They had separate cars and went their own ways.

Jimmie had just driven a short distance when he saw Luella’s motorcycle parked on the side of the road. The girl who had left with her was staring at her, tears streaming down her face. “Mr. Langley, I’m begging you.”

What now? Jimmie had never had a good impression of these violent, profligate rich kids who threw money around. The girl was about the same age as his sister. Frowning, Jimmie put his foot on the brake, ready to push open his car door and intervene when he suddenly heard her continue—