The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1839

Cabinda did indeed have top-tier guys.

Before heading back, they stopped for some late-night food. Within minutes, Shirley spotted two groups of attractive guys.

One of them was Keegan, the dancer Macy had been fiercely promoting.

Even with a baseball cap pulled low, veteran fan Shirley recognized him instantly.

At the same time, Claire recognized the person sitting across from Keegan.

It was Macy.

Sneaking out for a late-night date?

No wonder she was pushing him so hard—they actually knew each other!

Claire quietly looked away. It wasn't polite to stare, especially since they were clearly trying to keep a low profile. She didn't want to blow their cover.

But soon, a drunk thug stumbled over to Macy's table.

"Hey cutie, you're pretty. How old are you?"

The tattooed thug slurred, throwing a heavy arm around Macy's shoulders.

Macy's skin crawled. A wave of absolute disgust washed over her.

Before she could say a word, Keegan had had enough.

"Get your filthy hands off her!"

He stood up, shoved the man away, and instinctively pulled Macy into his arms.

"Are you okay?" Keegan asked, his voice tight with panic.

Macy looked pale, but the thug looked downright murderous.

"You little punk! You dared to push me! Go ask around and find out who the boss of these streets is!"

The man threw a wild punch at Keegan. At the same time, three or four of his buddies swarmed the table.

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