Chapter 943

Oscar Nelson sat at the restaurant for thirty whole minutes, and his face was already darker than the bottom of a burnt pan. He slammed his hands down on the tableware, flipped the table, and kicked at the glass wall nearby like he'd lost it. The staff rushed over to calm him down, only to get slapped across the face a few times. Left with no choice, they called the cops. Honestly, someone like him—emotionally unstable and always taking things out on women—needed to be put in his place. Trouble is, the restaurant was owned by Patrick Collins. And if a place has been thriving in Pinebrook for years under his name, you best believe it's not one to mess with. Beating up Patrick's employees? You gotta be kidding. Oscar tried to storm off, but was pinned to the ground by the staff and security. "Do you even know who I am? Let go of me! Hands off!" he shouted like a madman. Nobody cared. They held him down until the police showed up. Oscar, face pressed to the floor, could barely breathe. Se