Chapter 336
Chapter 336:
“That isn’t enough!” Her voice rose, trembling with urgency as she fixed Nathan with a stare that refused to yield. “I have to get that house and every last cent back p>
Nathan didn’t answer right away. He took in her determination — then gave a short, firm nod.
Shortly after, Asher looked around. “Well, there’s nothing left to do here. Let’s head out p>
Nathan made his way toward the door ahead of the others. Danica hovered uncertainly for a moment, her concern for Kristine plain — but a quick glance at Asher told her that staying would only make things awkward. She hurried after Nathan, calling out, “Wait for me, Nathan p>
𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻
His footsteps quickened, echoing until the room fell quiet behind them.
Exhaustion washed over Kristine the moment they were gone. She sank into a chair, all the fight drained from her posture.
Asher rolled over and positioned himself beside her. “Why don’t you let me take you out for a bit?” he said quietly.
Kristine met his eyes, uncertain — but her feet carried her to the car as if acting on their own.
More than an hour later, they pulled up outside a bar. Kristine squinted at the glowing sign overhead. It read: Last Call.
“A friend of mine invested in this place. The bartenders here have a reputation that stretches well beyond this city. Maybe a good drink will take your mind off everything — even if it’s just for tonight,” Asher said.
Kristine couldn’t hide her astonishment. She never would have imagined Asher bringing her to a bar. She knew his presence would draw attention the moment he rolled through the doors.
“Come on,” he said, steering his wheelchair through the entrance before she had a chance to protest.
Inside, the place was alive with the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter. Heads turned the instant Asher entered. The low lighting made his face difficult to make out, but everyone’s eyes found the wheelchair at once.
As music thumped in the background, a man stepped into Asher’s path and blocked the way. He curled his lip into an ugly smirk. “This is a bar, you know. Why don’t you stick to places meant for people like you p>
Kristine’s patience snapped. She moved forward — but Asher caught her wrist and stopped her.
“Does that kind of rule actually exist here?” Asher said. Even over the noise of the bar, his voice rang out clearly.
The man hesitated, not expecting a challenge. Then his tone turned mean. “It doesn’t have to be a rule. People like you shouldn’t be here. Bars are for people to unwind — not for freaks to make everyone uncomfortable p>
Kristine’s expression went cold. She grabbed him by the collar. “Say that again,” she said.
He looked down at her — still taller — but her fierce stare rattled his confidence. He tried to recover, lifting his chin. “What, did I say something that wasn’t true? He’s a freak. Ask anyone here p>
Laughter rippled through the crowd — until a sudden, heavy thud brought the room to silence.