Chapter 14545
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Even though it was already past nine in the evening, customers were still pouring in. A Lamborghini pulled into a parking spot, and the passenger door flew open. A woman with voluminous wavy hair and high heels stepped out, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. The car’s dashcam, thinking there had been a collision, snapped a photo.
The man who got out of the driver’s seat looked furious. “Lindsay, don’t push it p>
Lindsay flicked her hair back, not even sparing him a glance as she strode towards the restaurant with her purse. On her way, she was bumped by a man in a baseball cap. The impact sent a sharp pain through her arm. “Are you blind?” she snapped. “If you’re not going to use your eyes, you might as well donate them to a hospital p>
The man in the cap shot her a cold look but said nothing and walked away.
Lindsay stomped her foot in frustration. It wasn’t worth getting into a fight with some shabby, smelly person.
The man she was with caught up to her, his voice a low warning. “When you’re out, you represent the Harris family. Try to have some class p>
Tears of indignation welled in Lindsay’s eyes. “He bumped into me! And you can take your eyes and gouge them out for all I care p>
All patience drained from the man’s face. “Go eat by yourself. I have a meeting to get to. I’m leaving p>
His words only fueled her anger. “Fine! See if I care! It’s not like I can’t eat by myself! I’m not three years old p>
With a defiant toss of her wavy hair, she crossed her arms and stomped forward in her high heels. As she entered the restaurant, she brushed past a stunningly beautiful girl. Lindsay kept walking for a few seconds before she froze.
That girl… she looked so much like someone she knew.
Her friend Marguerite, who had been dead for eleven years.
She turned around, wanting to get a better look, but saw that the man had followed her again. With a snort, she turned and continued inside. She occasionally saw people who resembled Marguerite, but none had ever been as beautiful.
A waiter approached. “Mrs. Harris! I’ll show you to your private room p>
As she followed the waiter, Lindsay asked, “Any new dishes on the menu?” Cajun food was her comfort food; she always craved it when she was in a bad mood. She and Marguerite used to eat it together all the time.
“Yes, Mrs. Harris. Here’s the menu,” the waiter said respectfully.
Sitting in the private room, Lindsay flipped through the menu and found her thoughts drifting. If Marguerite were still alive, what would her life be like at twenty-nine? So radiant and full of life, she surely wouldn’t be trapped in a chaotic marriage like she was.
They had had a fight and hadn’t spoken for a while. The next news she heard was that Marguerite was dead. So many nights, she had woken up from dreams, crying and apologizing to Marguerite. But Marguerite would never hear her.
Her eyes stung. She sniffled. “I’ll have the fiery stew. Extra spicy p>
Back in the parking lot, George, ever the gentleman, opened the passenger door for Marguerite. Just as she was about to get in, a flash of cold white light caught her
eye.
She looked over.
A knife was plunging toward Jenny, who was waiting for Aaron to unlock his door. “Aaaah!” Jenny shrieked in terror.
Marguerite reacted in a split second, lashing out with a powerful kick that sent the knife flying from the man’s hand it clattered to the ground with a dull thud, and the man clutched his aching wrist.
Aaron spun around, his eyes flashing with fury. “You dare show your face again p>
He rained a storm of punches on the
man’s face the baseball cap flew off, revealing a large, jagged scar that ran from his eyebrow across his face was a terrifying sight, made even more so by the pure hatred burning in his eyes.
The scarred man was knocked to the ground, but his eyes remained locked on Aaron. He had bought him fed him, clothed him and this kid had an off with his woman He had been searching for him for years. He was going to kill them both! No one was getting out alive.
After being beaten up last time, he had figured they would go to the hospital. Tonight, his hunch paid off when he spotted them outside. He had to have his revenge.
Marguerite didn’t join the fight. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Jenny. Jenny was trembling uncontrollably at the sight of that face, but seeing Aaron fighting, she tried to surge forward again.
Two bodyguards, hidden in the shadows, were debating whether to intervene. The boy and Ms. Lopez seemed to be handling the situation well.
But just then, they saw the man on the ground scramble to his feet and lunge toward Ms. Lopez. He had pulled another knife from somewhere and was stabbing viciously.
Marguerite had kept her eye on the scarred man. As the knife came at her, she was already moving to pull Jenny out of the way.
But a figure in white suddenly stepped in front of her.
There was a sickening rip of fabric.
Marguerite’s eyes flew wide. “George p>