Chapter 383

Melina was slightly dazed. How did Dante know Andrew? She looked at Dante in confusion, then followed his gaze to Andrew. Upon seeing the shadow lurking in Andrew's eyes, she suddenly grasped the situation. When Melina had first met Dante, she had felt a fleeting familiarity, and now it dawned on her where that familiarity originated. Dante bore a striking resemblance to Andrew. In Melina's understanding, Andrew had only two cousins, both from Joseph's family—one, Jameson, was in prison, and the other, Ethan, was in elementary school. She wondered how Dante was related to Andrew. Even though she had been a part of the Wentworth family for so long, no one had ever mentioned Dante. At this moment, it wasn't just Melina who was shocked. Everyone else present wore expressions of astonishment. Even Louis, who was familiar with the Wentworth family, seemed unaware of Andrew having a brother. Andrew slowly lifted his gaze, his displeasure more intense than any time Melina had seen. He looked at Dante, his voice chilling and laced with contempt. "You disgusting piece of shit, who allowed you to show your face? Is life so tiresome that you wish to end it?" The sheer loathing radiating from Andrew suggested he wasn't merely jesting. He truly seemed to want to be rid of Dante. Melina's heart tightened. Embarrassed, she had initially tried to push Andrew's hand away to dismount from his lap. But upon hearing Andrew's words, her instinctual reaction transformed her push into a grip, clinging tightly to his hand. Everyone was tense and afraid to speak. Michael was drenched in sweat, debating whether he should whisk Dante away. On one hand, were the instructions from Wallace, and on the other, Andrew's menacing behavior. He was merely an ordinary manager—what could he do? Yet, Dante seemed completely unfazed. His smile remained unwavering as he stepped a bit closer to Andrew, innocently stating, "Brother, are you planning to kill me in front of Ms. Crawford? That's fine! This way, Ms. Crawford would remember me for a lifetime." The exchanges between the two were increasingly terrifying. What was most frightening was how the spectators perceived Dante's words as a valid point, and he appeared even to relish the situation. If Andrew resembled a languorous, reckless demon, Dante seemed like a mischievous imp. Both exuded a similar twisted intensity. Louis felt a sense of dread, fearing calamity was imminent. The question loomed—who was this troublesome little star that entered Cyntia University through him? Were he and Andrew brothers, or enemies? Outside the shop, the atmosphere was full of joy and excitement. Inside, it was deadly silent. The oppressive ambiance weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. No one knew what to do. Melina was equally at a loss, unaware of the intricate dynamics at play. She had always known there were secrets within the Wentworth family and that Andrew harbored mysteries of his own, though some matters Andrew had chosen not to divulge. But she understood that they must separate Andrew and Dante. To linger in this standoff could genuinely escalate matters. Melina jumped down from Andrew's lap and grabbed him, pulling him toward the small storage room. Without concern for Andrew's willingness, she relied on her strength to drag him along. Everyone was momentarily stunned. Then they saw Melina pulling Andrew away. Dante's smile faded, replaced by unhinged fixation. Andrew was tugged into the small storage room by Melina. Inside, it was devoid of people and entirely empty. Melina stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around Andrew's neck as she kissed his lips. She sought to soothe Andrew, fearing that words might fail to persuade him.