Chapter 350

Marcus Moore swung the bottle straight at Liam Shaw’s head after spitting those words out. He barely raised his arm when his whole body staggered. The bottle dropped with a loud clunk, and the next second, Marcus collapsed right onto Liam. Everyone around was stunned—including Caleb Summers, whose jaw practically hit the floor. Rubbing her wrist with a faint wince, Lily Garland shot Caleb an annoyed side-eye. “Why are you just standing there? Help me carry him already!” During the drive to the hospital, Caleb kept sneaking cautious glances at the back seat through the rearview mirror. “You really don’t hold back, huh?” “This has nothing to do with brute strength,” Lily fired back, her voice clipped. “It’s all about precision—timing and hitting the right nerve. Why? You wanna be next?” Still salty from the nightclub situation, Lily wasn’t in the mood for small talk and laced her words with a clear warning. Caleb let out a shaky breath of relief. “Nope, I’m good. But like, you didn’t stu