NovelApexChapter 1321: Dewey was momentarily stunned by her freezing, intimidating gaze. His previously aggressive demeanor faltered.
When Dewey realized he'd been rattled by a young woman, his temper flared again. He tightened his grip on her wrist and sneered. "Right, your maternal grandfather's side of the family is nothing but a bunch of country folk, not worth mentioning. But I'm your father, and since I'm asking for help, you'll do exactly what I say!" "If you're asking for help, shouldn't you show a little humility?" Corrine raised an eyebrow in mockery. "Like, maybe kneel?" she taunted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDewey's anger erupted. "That's absurd!" Without a second thought, ignoring the busy street around them, Dewey raised his other hand and swung it toward Corrine's cheek. His palm sliced through the air like a blade, the force like a sharp gust.
Corrine's eyes narrowed, a cold fire flashing in them.
The next moment, a strong, unmistakable hand seized Dewey's wrist and twisted it with force.
Dewey instinctively released his grip on Corrine's wrist, a sharp sting of pain shooting through his hand. Before he could even discern who had struck him, he found himself flung aside like a ragdoll.
He staggered backward, his legs wobbling as he tried to regain his footing, his wrist aching as though a thousand needles had pierced it.
When his vision finally cleared and his gaze met the figure before him, it fell upon a strikingly handsface. The man was tall and imposing, his presence alone enough to send shivers down people's spines. Even in silence, he commanded an undeniable authority that loomed over everyone nearby like a dark, heavy cloud.
Upon recognizing Nate, Dewey's face shifted into an ingratiating grin. He stepped forward, hand outstretched, eager to flatter. "You must be Mr. Hopkins, right? I've heard so much about you." When Nate didn't respond, Dewey pressed on, his tone smooth and calculated. "I'm Dewey Holland from the Holland family of Pinetree City. It's an honor to make your acquaintance.” Found on data trace: galnovtYet Nate seemed oblivious to Dewey's introduction, his arm wrapping around Corrine's slender waist while his other hand rested on her wrist. As his eyes fell on the lingering red marks, his brow furrowed slightly.
Dewey, his hand still suspended in the air, awkwardly retracted it. His eyes scanned Nate, searching for any hint of disapproval. Having honed his instincts over the years, Dewey quickly sensed the subtle tension in the air. Nate wasn't pleased, and Dewey's mind raced for a way to salvage the situation.
With a deep breath, Dewey spoke, his voice dripping with forced humility. "I hope you won't findfoolish, Mr.
ish, Mr. Hopkins. There's beena.c misunderstanding between my daughter and me. We exchanged harsh words, and in a moment of fatherly concern, I tried to teach her a lesson. I'm embarrassed to have caused such a scene in front of you."
A short, derisive laugh escaped Nate's lips, a sound that seemed to freeze Dewey's very blood.
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