Elizabeth was torn. She wanted to confront those two thugs, but at the same time, she didn’t want to put Daxton in an awkward spot.
With social media being what it was these days, sending customers to the police could easily turn into a viral disaster, becoming fodder for trolls.
Without missing a beat, Camille spoke up. “Daxton, those two disgusting guys were disrespectful to Elizabeth and me, and this Mr. Jenkins even tried to back them up by calling the police.”
When Mr. Jenkins realized Daxton knew Elizabeth, his nerves kicked in. With Camille calling him out, his face drained of color.
His eyes flickered nervously, calculating that if Daxton was acquainted with these women, he might also be displeased with the men they were with.
He stuttered, trying to defend himself, “It was these two men who provoked the fight and hurt our suppliers…”
The two battered men limped over. One, his face swollen from Albin’s punch, pointed at his injuries, “Look what he did to my handsome face!”
Camille couldn’t help but laugh. “Honestly, for you, that’s probably an upgrade.”
Daxton’s face hardened as he turned to Mr. Jenkins. “Take these two to the police station.”
Mr. Jenkins was about to agree when it hit him that Daxton wasn’t talking about Elijah and Albin but the suppliers.
He hesitated, approaching carefully, “They’re the biggest suppliers in Esterhall. Replacing them might be difficult, and finding someone else on short notice…”
Daxton’s voice was devoid of warmth as he replied flatly, “If you can’t find suppliers, I’ll find someone who can.” It was as if he was discussing something insignificant.
“I-I’ll handle it right away!” Mr. Jenkins stammered, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he fumbled for his walkie-talkie. “Security, get to the entrance of Courtyard No. 3!”
The two men were taken aback. They had heard whispers about the influential figure behind Fayedge, someone rumored to be tied to the Norris family in Orkset.
Realizing their mistake, they immediately dropped their haughty attitude and knelt, saying, “Mr. Gracia, we didn’t know these ladies were with you. Please, show mercy and let us go.”
Elizabeth shot them a sharp glance, her voice frosty. “So, women without connections are just targets for you, huh?”
Camille’s voice was laced with indignation as she added, “You might want to check their criminal records. They sure look like repeat offenders to me!”
Daxton turned to Mr. Jenkins, his gaze sharp. “Did you hear what they just said?”
Mr. Jenkins hurriedly nodded. “Yes, yes, I heard. I’ll make sure to investigate them thoroughly.”
Realizing begging Daxton was futile, the two men shifted their focus to Mr. Jenkins. “Mr. Jenkins, please, just let us go. We’ve been more than generous with you all these years…”
When they nearly brought up his kickbacks, Mr. Jenkins panicked and shoved them on the shoulder. “Don’t say anything stupid and drag me into this.”
Just as he finished speaking, security appeared. Mr. Jenkins wasted no time, pointing at the men on the ground. “Take them away.”
The two men were swiftly escorted out, and Mr. Jenkins hurried after them, leaving Daxton standing with the rest of the group.
Watching everything unfold, Albin leaned toward Elijah, whispering, “Don’t you think this guy’s showing a little too much interest in Elizabeth?”
Camille took a step forward, her voice sincere. “Daxton, thank you so much for your help today.”
Albin stepped closer, pulling her behind him with a gruff tone. “Seriously, what’s with the gratitude? If he hadn’t shown up, Elijah and I could’ve taken care of those two idiots ourselves.”
Camille rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Why are you so petty? He helped us, so what’s wrong with being polite and thanking him?”
Elijah said nothing, his eyes fixed on Daxton with a cold stare.
Daxton, sensing Elijah’s glare, met his eyes with an equally steady gaze.
Elijah, his hands casually tucked in the pockets of his robe, spoke in a calm tone. “How about we go have a word?”
Elizabeth instinctively moved in front of Daxton, her voice urgent. “Elijah, don’t push it.” Turning to Daxton, she added, “Daxton, don’t pay him any mind. You should go.”
Daxton’s expression softened, and he gave Elizabeth’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “It’s alright. Mr. Norris and I go way back. We’re just going to have a quick chat and catch up.”
