No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 182

The words that followed felt familiar, recalling what Grant had mentioned just today. No, it wasn't him directly, but rather, he was echoing the big boss' sentiments.

My eyes instinctively found Ernest, but considering what I knew of him, linking him to the big boss seemed far-fetched.

"Ha, tough guy, huh?" the leader, a bald dude, sneered. "Since you're so tough, today you'll pay the price for it."

With a roll of his neck that crackled ominously, he commanded, "Smash it up!"

Immediately, the bald dude's cronies started wreaking havoc. Ernest remained motionless; I understood his stance.

He wasn't scared; he knew messing with the amusement park was akin to poking Conrad's bear. That was a whole different ball game.

The park's security didn't waste a moment and sprang into action. While they might have hesitated to defend Ernest directly, the park was under their guardianship, and they were its sworn protectors.

Though the troublemakers were imposing, they were quickly subdued by the outnumbering security guards.

But these guys were no pushovers. Having dared to create such a scene, they clearly had some tricks up their sleeve.

Suddenly, the bald leader grabbed the head of security, brandishing a knife at his throat, and spat out threats, "Back off, all of you, or he gets it right here, right now."

This turn of events was unexpected. I signaled the security guards to release the thugs for now.

The guards complied, but the bald man didn't release his hostage. Instead, he turned to Ernest, "I know you're tough, but I have a thing for breaking tough nuts. Kneel and bow thrice, and I'll let him go. Otherwise, it's gonna get messy."

"You can't just hurt people," I couldn't keep quiet any longer.

The bald guy's eyes came my way. "Oh, what do we got here? A hottie. How about you swing by here? I promise I won't lay a finger on you or him." Classic bullies, all talk and no class.

He began moving towards me, still holding the security guard hostage, making it clear he had no intention of letting me be.

I was ready to stand my ground, but

before I could act, Ernest was suddenly by my side. With a swift movement, his leg swept out, and following a cry of pain, the bald thug was sent flying backward.

He hit the ground with a thud, his head bouncing twice for good measure.

A clear case of too much muscle, not enough brains.

The others froze for a moment, then shouted, "Harry!" and rushed to their fallen leader. Harry was down for the count.

Seeing their boss in such a state,

they seemed ready to jump Ernest

but before they could lay a finger him, he let out a stern "Back off!"

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They froze, then, gathering their wounded pride and their leader, they

took off. I looked at the mess

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left in the park and approached

Ernest, "What was all that about?"

"It's about my father's car accident. They're trying to stop me from digging deeper," Ernest didn't hold back.

I was taken aback. If that was the case, then there was definitely more to his father's accident than met the eye. Instinctively, I asked, "Did you find anything?"Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ernest hesitated, reminding me of our recent estrangement. It was a bit presumptuous of me to ask.

I chuckled awkwardly, "Never mind, I—"

Before I could finish, we were interrupted by someone calling, "Mr. Wagner."