Chapter 659
“I’m just here for a massage,” Andrew said casually. “And you’d better watch yourself. Even Harvey knows better than to mess with me now.”
He shot Dexter a brief glance before continuing down the hall.
Dexter, with an Eastonia girl on each arm, chuckled mockingly. “Oh, come on, Andrew. Do you really expect me to believe you’re just here for a massage? We’re both men, after all.”
“And Harvey’s the head of the Weller family now. If anyone should be keeping their head down, it’s you, not me.” Dexter sneered, annoyed that Andrew did not even spare him a proper look.
Andrew did not break his stride. “I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let this slide. But if you keep running your mouth, I’ll make sure you experience the taste of swallowing your own teeth.”
Dexter’s face darkened as he watched Andrew disappear around the corner. The nerve of that bastard! Once, Dexter had been on top of the social hierarchy as one of Jayrodale’s Four Most Eligible Bachelors. Yet, Andrew–a man he had always looked down on–was acting like he owned the place.
Sean Gallagher, a pudgy man in beach shorts and loafers, sidled up to Dexter with a lewd grin. “Hey, Mr. Combs. You know that guy?”
“Of course I do,” Dexter grumbled. “That bastard broke my arm once at the equestrian club. And somehow, he’s managed to get Lauren and Francesca wrapped around his finger!”
Dexter clenched his fists, seething with jealousy. “It’s insane. Even with our status, Harvey and I can’t compare to Andrew’s luck with women. It’s like the guy’s got magic or something!”
He vented his frustration by grabbing at the girls in his arms, who giggled and cooed in their native language.
Sean, the spoiled heir to the Gallagher family and owner of Dream Paradise, was eager to impress Dexter. He often provided the best entertainment for Dexter and Harvey, hoping to elevate himself into their inner circle one day.
Seeing Dexter’s anger, Sean’s eyes gleamed with malicious intent. He offered eagerly, “Mr. Combs, if Andrew’s been pissing you off, why don’t I handle it? I’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him.”
Dexter frowned. “Hold on, Sean. If I wanted to take him out I’d have done it already. Things aren’t so simple with Andrew these days. He’s had a ridiculous streak of good luck. The guy even opened a top-notch medical center and has been making waves in Jayrodale. Even Harvey sighs whenever his name comes up. It’s best if we don’t act rashly.”
Sean snorted. “Come on, Mr. Combs. This is my family’s private club, not his precious medical center. He’s on my turf now.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not suggesting anything too rough. We’re gentlemen, after all,” Sean continued with a sinister smile. “But I’ll teach him a lesson he won’t forget. By the time I’m done, he’ll be leaving here in nothing but his boxers.”
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