My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443 The Warning

Chapter 443 The Warning

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Leaving that warning behind, Grant strode out briskly. “Women with no use aren’t worth wasting my time!”

As his cold words echoed, the heavy armored door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

The grand hall fell into complete silence.

After a long moment, Luna covered her face and let out a hoarse, sorrowful wail, utterly isolated in the cold house.

Grant left Borian House with a dark expression and headed straight to the Velvet Midnight.

Since his last drunken night, he had reserved the entire top–floor suite, exclusive for his use for the coming year.

He hadn’t expected to need it so soon.

Irritated, Grant ordered a drink at the front desk to be sent up. Just as he was about to step into the VIP elevator, he overheard some lewd catcalls and familiar refusals nearby.

“Aren’t you selling booze? Come to our private room. If you keep us entertained, we’ll make sure you earn big tonight!”

“Don’t hide! You’re so good–looking. That smooth face must feel great to the touch. Such a waste to just sell drinks.”

Jonathan, cornered by two burly, thick–headed men, took a step back, her clean, delicate face filled with panic. “No, I’m not selling to you. Don’t, don’t touch me! Stay away, or I won’t hold back!”

“Oh? Playing hard to get now? Interesting-”

Just as one man lunged toward him, Jonathan closed her eyes and smashed the beer bottle in her hand down hard-

Crash! The glass shattered everywhere, and blood trickled down the man’s head.

“Bitch! I’m gonna make you pay!”

The enraged man was about to retaliate when, suddenly, a boot kicked him from behind.

“Damn it, who the hell keeps sticking their nose-”

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Grant stepped out of the shadows, sneering. “You dare lay a hand on my girl?”

“Grant? You can barely handle yourself, and you still wanna play hero?”

Hearing the taunt, Grant’s expression darkened even more. “Try me. See if I don’t.”

“You-

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Clearly a coward who bullied the weak but cowered before strength, the man immediately softened when faced with Grant’s fearless aura. He only shot a furious glare at the trembling Jonathan holding the bottle before they both staggered away, supporting each other.

Grant put his hands in his pockets and approached Jonathan.

The moment he got close, Jonathan flinched again as if struck by a second shock and instinctively raised the beer bottle, aiming to smash it on Grant’s head.

Grant’s eyes narrowed. He reached out and grabbed Jonathan’s wrist, holding the bottle just an inch from his face.

“You didn’t crack my skull last time. You planning to make up for it now?”

Jonathan snapped back to reality, trembling slightly. She looked up dazedly at the man who had just saved her. Slowly coming to her senses, she suddenly dropped the bottle and threw herself into his arms, desperately.

Grant was taken aback, hearing her deafening sobs against his chest.

His brows furrowed tightly, but he didn’t push her away immediately. After listening for a moment, he impatiently shoved her shoulder. “How long do you plan to keep crying?”

“S–sorry.”

Jonathan hiccupped, her shoulders shaking with each sob. Her fragile frame gave off a heartbreaking vulnerability.

“I was just too scared earlier. Sorry, Mr. Holloway.”

Grant glanced at the unopened beers still in her hands. “What’s going on?”

Jonathan lowered her head and fell silent for a while.

Grant saw right through her fragile pride, sneering with contempt as he pulled out his wallet. “How much do you want?”

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Jonathan recoiled as if stabbed, quickly stepping back. She spoke fast. “I don’t want your money! We–we have nothing to do with each other. Thanks for helping me today. If I ever get the chance, I’ll repay you, Mr. Holloway.”

After saying that, she gave a hurried, awkward bow and quickly slipped away.

Grant paused as he counted the bills, frowning deeply.

Just then, the waiter who was bringing his drink arrived. Seeing the mess on the floor, he apologized repeatedly.

Grant handed over about ten bills and asked, “Was that girl selling drinks here?”

The waiter, having just caught sight of Jonathan’s retreating figure, smiled and took the tip gracefully. “Mr. Holloway, she’s one of our part–time beer girls here at the Liquor Pool. She just started a few days ago. Word is her dad owes a lot in gambling debts, and her salary alone can’t cover it. So she’s working part–time here. Our place is pricey–generous tips from honorable customers like you equal a week’s wages for a regular job.”

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