Chapter 1294
Chapter 1294:
With a quiet, knowing smile, Annabel prepared herself for whatever trap was waiting. Curiosity sharpened her thoughts—who was behind this?
They followed the shop assistant inside. The bell above the door chimed brightly as they entered.
There were about half a dozen customers seated inside. The moment Rupert and Annabel stepped in, every head turned toward them.
“Please, have a seat here,” the shop assistant said, guiding them to a table positioned farthest from the exit.
“We’ll just take it to go,” Annabel said with a warm smile. Her gaze lingered on the tattoo on his wrist.
Something clicked in her mind, and her eyes flashed with sudden understanding.
Noticing her stare, the shop assistant discreetly tucked his tattooed hand behind his back, struggling to maintain his friendly expression. “Our food is prepared fresh. It won’t taste as good if you take it away,” he insisted.
“Well, in that case, we’ll pass. It’s free anyway,” Annabel said lightly, waving her hand as if it didn’t matter.
She turned to leave—only to find the doorway blocked.
The other patrons had risen from their seats, staring at them with greedy, predatory eyes.
“Boss, it was this guy who nabbed our team leader.” A man stepped out from a hidden corner, pointed at Rupert, and spoke to the shop assistant.
A shadow passed over the shop assistant’s face. He fixed Rupert with a vicious glare. “Do you know who I am? And you dare take my crew? Are you looking for death p>
“Are you the one backing him?” Rupert asked, scanning the room with measured disbelief.
The person involved had access to things that required serious connections to obtain. That made this man…
𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫
Rupert’s suspicion deepened.
Sure enough, the shop assistant’s eyes flickered. He quickly answered, “Of course p>
“Boss, stop wasting time. Make him talk. Find out where the team leader is,” one of the men urged impatiently, his expression turning ugly.
“Grab him,” the shop assistant ordered, convinced.
In an instant, a dozen men rushed in and surrounded Rupert and Annabel. One of them charged forward, trying to pry the couple apart. Annabel slipped aside and reached for her phone.
“She’s calling the police! Grab her first!” someone shouted.
The shop assistant hadn’t expected Rupert to fight so well. He turned and pointed at Annabel.
They assumed Annabel would be easy to control. Instead, they froze when the seemingly composed Annabel drove a clean kick into the man who lunged at her.
“Call the police?” Annabel held up her phone, the screen showing a disconnected call, and laughed coldly. “I wouldn’t even bother the police with this p>
The shop assistant had expected Rupert to be difficult, but he hadn’t expected Annabel—who looked so delicate—to hold her own. Their numbers suddenly meant nothing.