“Want me to come with you?” Luella rubbed her nose, grabbing her jacket to stand up. A little excitement was just what she needed to clear her head after all that drinking.
“Yes, yes,” the waiter urged, not recognizing Juniper and assuming she was just some random girl. “With Mr. Langley there, it might be easier to negotiate a settlement.”
“A settlement?” Luella scoffed. “I’m not going to negotiate. I’m going to watch the show.”
The waiter stared, confused. “Huh?”
“No need,” Juniper said firmly, glancing at the pile of snacks. “Stay here and pack everything up. I want to leave the second I get back.”
“Fine,” Luella pouted, obediently sitting back down.
A few minutes later, Juniper was escorted to a nearby room. It was filled with men in black suits. Seated on the main sofa was a middle-aged man smoking a cigar.
“You’re the one who broke my son’s ribs?” Victor Garner asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his entire being radiating menace.
“Where are they?” Juniper asked, her hands in her pockets as she scanned the room, not seeing Miranda or her husband.
“Worry about your own neck before you worry about others,” Victor sneered.
As for that couple… they’d apparently tried to make a run for it at the entrance. His men were probably dragging them back as they spoke. He wasn't going to let anyone who hurt his son get away.
Soon, the door opened again, and Miranda and Hayden were brought inside.

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