Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 881

“Well, look at this. Are these your college friends? From Lumina? No wonder they talk like city folk. I can't believe a broke loser like you actually has friends willing to stick up for him. Unbelievable…”

Fabian’s brow tightened. “Jay, enough talk. Let’s just rough them all up.”

“You got it, bro!”

Just then, Mr. Smith limped out of the house, holding… a meat cleaver.

“Don’t you touch these kids! Or I swear I’ll take you down with me!” Mr. Smith’s face was flushed, veins bulging on his neck, a desperate, cornered madness in his eyes.

As the saying goes, a desperate man has nothing to lose.

An ordinary man who had always swallowed his pride and never fought back was now holding a cleaver, ready to die with his enemies.

The Moore brothers were taken aback.

When they came to their senses, they exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other’s eyes.

Fabian stammered, “F-fine, we’ll let you off for today. But I’ll be back tomorrow with the contract, and then—you’ll sign it whether you want to or not!”

With that, he signaled to Jay, and they turned and fled.

Damn it, that old man had lost his mind!

After they left—

Clang!

Clatter!

The cleaver fell from Mr. Smith’s trembling hand, and the shovel slipped from Carlson's grasp, both hitting the concrete floor with a sharp noise.

Mr. Smith’s legs gave out, and Carlson quickly moved to support him.

Standing nearby, Scales noticed Carlson’s forehead was covered in sweat, which trickled down his neck and soaked the collar of his shirt.

…

That night, Roseanne, Mamie, and Scales stayed at Carlson’s house.

Mr. Smith prepared dinner and invited them to the table.

The rice was freshly steamed, and the dishes were all made to order.

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