The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 147

Rebecca turned her head just in time to see a round figure shoot out from the corner.

Rebecca’s fingers closed around a glass. One more step, and she’d end it.

As soon as Shirley heard Peter’s voice, she started sobbing even harder, putting on her damsel-in-distress act. “Peter, help me, please!”

Peter had been waiting upstairs for ages, expecting his date to come to him. By the time he got off the elevator, his patience was gone, and his mood was worse. Then, the first thing he saw was the woman he’d been waiting on getting dragged out by a bunch of men. He immediately lost it.

“Let go of her! She’s my woman! Are you idiots even worthy to put a finger on her?”

There was a sudden thud, loud and sharp.

Right then, a glass came flying and hit Peter smack in the middle of his forehead.

Rebecca had just reached her limit. This guy was dancing all over her last nerve.

Maybe the chubby layers on his face softened the impact, because the glass didn’t break. It bounced off his head, rolled down his arm, and plopped onto his foot before landing on the floor with a loud clatter.

“Aaah!” Peter shrieked, his voice splitting the air. “My head! My foot!”

The manager just watched, mouth twitching, barely holding back a grin. Honestly, if the timing was better, he’d have given Rebecca a round of applause. Listening to Peter howl was ridiculously satisfying.

As the only son and sole heir to the Dodge family’s third generation, Peter had stirred up so much trouble in Cabinda that his parents finally shipped him off to Harrisburg to keep a lower profile. It didn’t help. Every time he heard Irvin was out of town, Peter would show up at Nocturne just to start something, and the manager dreaded seeing his face every time.

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