Dolores was just about to open her mouth to explain the situation when she was interrupted by the waitress, "Lacey, don't listen to her. She's the one who got these people and smashed our store like this. You'd better get someone quickly and arrest them all."
Dolores frowned.
Matthew handed his daughter to Dolores, "Go wait for me in the car."
He would take care of things here. Although he wanted to train his son to be courageous, he did not want his daughter to be exposed to this. Daughters were not the same as sons.
Dolores picked up her daughter. She was just about to leave with her in her arms when she heard the waitress's cousin, Lacey Ward, speak out to stop her, "The matter was started because of you. How can this matter be made clear when you are gone?"
Matthew looked up indifferently. His voice was cold and harsh, "Talk to me."
When Lacey met Matthew's eyes, she felt timid. He looked even more intimidating than Charles, while his cold and rigid face was handsome and monotonous, and the chill he exuded from his body made people flinch.
She clenched her hands, "We are just businessmen. Is it too much for you to do like this?"
Matthew's lips curled into a cold smile.
The waitress ducked behind Lacey, "They are definitely gangsters. Hurry up and call Mr. White to come over."
At this time, Boyce came out of the store and whispered in Matthew's ear.
Lacey couldn't hear what they said. It was just that the store was smashed, and she and her cousin, two weak women were definitely no match to them.
After thinking it over, she chose to call Charles.
Hopefully, he could help her out.
It was obvious that they were bullying her because they were outnumbered.
On the other hand, Charles was leaving to pick up Dolores from the hotel to meet the master who could make cloud yarn. As a result, he received a call from Lacey.
"Is something wrong?" He asked nonchalantly.
"My store has been smashed. Can you come over?" Lacey lowered her head. She and Charles both grew up in orphanages and knew each other since childhood. Later they were each adopted. It wasn't until a year ago that she and Charles met again.
It was also thanks to Charles that she was able to have such a nice store in this mall.
Charles took a look at the watch. There was still time, so he promised her to come over.
He just didn't expect to meet Dolores and Matthew after he came over.
The waitress who had been hiding behind Lacey tilted her head when she saw Charles coming over, "See, I told you that Mr. White and my cousin are very close. You are looking for death as you dare to make trouble here."
Lacey frowned and looked at her cousin. Although she had a connection with Charles, she didn't want to make trouble for Charles on account of this connection.
So when she heard her cousin's words, she couldn't help but frown.
Charles was a smart man, and he probably guessed what happened when he saw such a scene.
As he passed by Dolores, he looked at her and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"
Dolores stood closer to Matthew and shook her head, "I'm fine."
There was so much she didn't know about Charles.
And for the sake of her two children, she didn't want outsiders to see that she and Matthew weren't a normal couple.
Charles watched her movements. His eyes flickered slightly, but he regained his composure quickly.
Her action made Matthew, who had been sullen, raise his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curled up a little, too.
"You've come just in time. I was just about to ask you for an explanation." Matthew took Dolores by the shoulders and walked into the messy store. Boyce had someone clean out the couch, then Matthew motioned for Dolores to sit down.
She had an injury on her foot. Standing all the time was slow for her to recover from the injury.
The waitress was completely dumbfounded. What was going on?
How could this man not even be afraid of Mr. White? And he looked even more imposing than he was?
In White City, Charles was the most powerful person. Who was this man?
And who was this woman?
Even Mr. White was caring for her.
She grabbed Lacey's hand nervously and tightened her grip unknowingly. Lacey's arm hurt from the grip. She frowned and looked at her cousin, "They are the ones who caused the matter. What are you afraid of?"
The waitress was flustered. She had always relied on Lacey and Charles' relationship to run roughshod over this mall. No one dared to refute her every time.
This time, she felt that she had met a powerful guy.
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