Joyce drove up to the Blue Plate Diner, invited over by Sherilyn and her husband for dinner that evening.
Being the weekend, the parking lot was pretty crowded.
After a bit of searching, Joyce finally spotted an empty parking space and quickly maneuvered her car toward it. Just then, another car swooped in from the side. Whoa!
Her car jolted, and Joyce’s heart skipped a beat-had they just collided?
She hurriedly stopped the car and jumped out to check what had happened.
What the heck?
The other driver, a burly man, got out and started yelling, How are you even driving?
What?
Joyce was taken aback, a mix of disbelief and amusement on her face. Sir, your car hit mine! Is this really how you’re going to play it?
That’s nonsense!
The man, towering and intimidating, bellowed, I was almost in the spot, but you just had to squeeze in!
Sir! Let’s not twist the facts here! Joyce replied, exasperated.
Cut the crap! He waved his massive hand dismissively, as if he might just slap her with it. Just admit it! How are you gonna pay for my car’s damage? What? Joyce was dumbfounded. Are you serious right now?
Enough talking! He clenched his fists, waving one at her. Are you paying or not? Because you ain’t going anywhere until you do! You…
Sensing things were going south, Joyce quickly reached for her phone, intending to call the police.
What are you doing?
But the man snatched her phone away before she could.
Hand it over! Trying to call the cops? Not happening-
He didn’t finish his sentence; a sharp yelp cut through the air.
What? Joyce looked up.
Behind the man stood a younger guy, towering over him by at least a head.
Though he seemed lean, he had effortlessly grabbed the man’s arm, rendering him helpless.
Ouch, let go! Who are you? Let go! You’re gonna break my arm!
With a smirk, Gilbert released him,
casually retrieving Joyce’s phonet
from the man’s grasp and handing it back to her. FindNovel
Here you go.
Uh… Joyce took it hurriedly, Thank you.
Gilbert pointed at the man. I saw it clearly. This lady was in the spot first, and you hit her.
He added, And my dashcam recorded everything. So, are you gonna pay up and leave, or should I call the cops? Uh…
The man’s demeanor changed instantly. It was a misunderstanding! My bad!
Rubbing his wrist, he retreated to his car, I’m leaving! Sorry to bother you!
Hold on! You still owe for the damage!
Let it go… Joyce interjected, I can handle it.
She didn’t want to deal with someone like him any longer than necessary.
With that settled, Gilbert turned to leave.
Hey! Joyce called after him. Sir, thanks a lot.
Gilbert shrugged it off, Just lending a hand.
With that, he left, not lingering any longer.
He was supposed to meet Sherilyn; they had planned to have dinner with her good friend tonight.
Originally, he was going to pick
Sherilyn up, but since the Harrison Group offices and the film set were in opposite directions, Sherilyn suggested they meet there instead.
When he got to the private dining room, Sherilyn was already there.
There you are. Sherilyn greeted him with a warm smile, motioning for him to sit.
Gilbert sat down, wrapping an arm around her waist.
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Alright, alright. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, reluctantly pulling his arm back.
The door to the private room opened, and Joyce walked in.
Joyce! Sherilyn immediately got up, going over to greet her and gesturing to Gilbert.
This is him. You can call him Gilbert or Gilbert Harrison.
…
It’s you.