Chapter 135
“If Bree’s been inside for too long, go check on her.” These were Bowen’s parting words to Zachary.
While unlikely, after the Daxton incident, Bowen couldn’t afford to be careless. Last time, he’d made it just in time, but he couldn’t count on always being that lucky.
When Zachary arrived, he found Aubree still locked in a tense standoff with Jacob.
‘He knew Alvin and the others were gone, and from the way he looked at me, he must know me. This guy is no ordinary threat,’ Aubree thought.
Aubree grew even more cautious, not daring to make the first move. “Sir, if you have nothing else, I’ll take my leave now,” she said carefully.
Jacob wasn’t about to let Aubree leave. Without another word, he lunged for her.
Being on guard, Aubree reacted swiftly. Maybe Jacob was caught off guard, but she managed to land a perfect throw. With a sharp over-the-shoulder move, she sent Jacob crashing hard to the ground.
Jacob, always coddled and never having suffered such humiliation, grimaced in pain, his vision swimming.
“Fuck!” he fumed. ‘I’ve never lost in the game of love before, but this little girl just got the best of me.’
Clutching his aching waist as he struggled to his feet, Jacob’s fury only hardened his resolve. He was now hell-bent on making Aubree grovel at his feet.
“She’s got quite the temper,” Jacob muttered to himself, just catching his breath when Zachary showed up right on cue.
Seeing this scene, Zachary instantly knew the red-haired guy was bad news.
Jacob clenched his jaw. He was no useless pretty boy. Even if Aubree could do some self-defense, it’d just mean putting in a little extra effort if he was on guard.
“I’m not holding it against you for hurting me just now. Do you even know who I am? I’m-” Before Jacob could finish, Zachary punched him square in the face.
He was sent flying back a foot and a half.
The punch packed serious power, leaving him dazed, his head throbbing, and seeing stars.
“Motherfucker! Who the fuck dares to lay a hand on me!” Jacob roared as he scrambled up from the ground.
Zachary rarely appeared in public with Bowen, so few people knew he was part of the Turner family.
Aubree’s expression darkened. “What’s your next move?” she asked Jacob.
Jacob was shaken by Zachary’s intimidating presence, cursing his bad luck under his breath.
Seeing that Jacob dared not make another move, Aubree then left with Zachary.
Clutching his face, Jacob grimaced in pain and snarled, “Fuck! Just wait till I find out who that bastard is. I’ll fucking end him! Fuck!” The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Jacob immediately made a call. “Hey, listen up! I just got beaten up in Rithol City. Find out who did it. Be quick! Oh, and there’s this chick named Aubree, look into her too.”
After a few seconds, Jacob yelled, “He’s related to the Turner family? Fuck, I’m their damn brother-in-law!”
‘In Rithol City, is there anything I can’t get? How dare someone lay hands on me? Aubree, huh? I’ll remember that name. She’d better fucking pray she can dodge me every single time!’ Jacob cursed inwardly.
Aubree made it to the restaurant safe and sound after the scare.
At first glance, Zachary thought Jacob looked familiar. While driving, it finally clicked. ‘Jacob is the Timberlake family’s youngest son, born to elderly parents. His sister is Bowen’s sister-in-law.’
Then, he sighed, ‘Jacqueline is such a gentle and dignified woman. How did her younger brother end up like this? Even the finest tree can bear rotten fruit, but he’s warped beyond belief! His parents must have doted on their youngest son too much.’
When Aubree arrived, most of the dishes were already on the table.
Hector quickly waved her over. “Aubree, here. We’ve been waiting for you!"
“Aubree, you’re freaking amazing. I could hardly believe the Turner Group was backing us, and now you’ve got Bowen himself here eating with us!”