NovelEndChapter 290 Giles was silent for a moment, then finally gave a nod.
After a brief pause, William suggested, "Since everything's settled, why don't we head back?" Giles was the first to leave.
Gabrielle lingered, clearly worried about Serena and wanting to stay behind. But after exchanging a glance with William, she changed her mind.
She realized if she stuck around, she'd only be a third wheel.
"Hey, Mr. Handsome, wait for me..." she called out, hurrying after Giles.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGiles picked up his pace, and soon the two of them disappeared, leaving the courtroom quiet once more. Serena finally couldn't hold herself upright any longer. She slumped into a chair, exhausted, as if she'd just fought an endless battle.
William wheeled himself over to her side, his voice as gentle as a summer breeze. "Con. Lettake you somewhere." Serena gave him a puzzled look, but her legs seemed to move on their own, following William out to the car. Over an hour later, they pulled up outside a bar.
Serena glanced at the neon sign above the door: *Last Call*.
"This place belongs to a friend of mine," William explained. "The bartenders here are famous both here and abroad. Maybe their drinks can help you forget your troubles for a while." Serena hesitated, surprised that William had brought her to a bar. In his wheelchair, he was bound to attract attention in a place like this.
But William didn't wait for her to protest. He was already rolling himself inside.
The bar was packed wall to wall, voices and laughter blending with pounding music.
Despite the crowd, William's het presence drew immediate notices The hidim lighting kept his features hidden, but the wheelchair made him stand out.
As they moved through the throng, someone stepped in front of William, blocking their path.
"Hey, this is a bar, man. Shouldn't you be somewhere... else?" The guy's sneer was audible even over the music. Serena's anger flared instantly. She started forward, but William caught her wrist, holding her back.
"Is there a rule against wheelchairs in this bar?" William asked, his tone calm but carrying clearly through the noise.
The man hesitated, caught off guard, then sneered, "Rule or not, people like you don't belong here. This is a place for us to relax, to have fun. How are we supposed to enjoy ourselves with freaks like you around?"
Serena's face went cold. She seized the guy by his collar staring him e down. "Say that again. I dare you." He tried to look tough-he was taller than Serena, after all—but something in her eyes made him falter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStill, he puffed out his chest and barked, "Am I wrong? He's a freak! Ask anyone here!" A chorus of mocking laughter rose from the people around them.
But before anyone could react, there was a sharp crack.
Everyone froze, staring at Serena in shock.
No one had seen where it cfrom, but suddenly Serena was holding a feather duster-the uster-the kind you might find inFany cleaning closet-and she'd just lande@a stinging blow on the heckler's side. The man doubled over in pain, about to lash out, but two burly men appeared out of nowhere, grabbing him on either side and holding him fast.
The crowd was still trying to figure out what had just happened when a plaintive voice called out from behind the bar. "Well, well, who's got the guts to mess with our Young Master William tonight?"
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