Chapter 614
Chapter 614
When Ernest was surrounded by dozens of people, each standing in front of a basket of billiard balls, I knew exactly what Brown was up to. He wanted to turn Ernest into a human piñata today.
"Brown, why don't you man up and face Ernest one-on-one? This mob thing, what does that make you?" Yolande couldn't stand it and decided to provoke him.
"Brown, this isn't manly at all. Word gets out, and you'll be the laughingstock," Conrad, who just had his wounds bandaged, also spoke up for Ernest. I remained silent.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
It wasn't that I was cold-hearted or had nothing to say. It was just that pleading for Ernest would only further provoke Brown.
Although I didn't know him well, I had figured out that this guy was a loose cannon who loved to go against the grain. The more you showed disapproval, the more he wanted to do it.
"Afraid of being laughed at? As if I haven't been laughed at enough. What's one more?" Sure enough, Brown's response confirmed my suspicions. "It's not fair," Yolande still tried to reason with him.
She was not only good-looking but also got skills. But, it seemed like she didn't quite get how people ticked.
"Unfair, you say? Then why don't you join him? Play together," Brown said, and before she knew it, Yolande was pushed forward.
Ernest frowned instantly and said to Yolande, "Why did you provoke him?"
"How else was I supposed to come up here and help you?" Yolande stood by his side, ready to face what was coming.
Hearing their exchange made me think: they really are a match.
Apparently, Yolande wasn't clueless about Brown's motives; she simply wanted to protect those she cared about.
"Brown, this is between you and me. Leave her out of it," Ernest spoke up, worried Yolande might get hurt.
"She's irrelevant, is she? But she's your girl, looking out for you," Brown sneered, "You two are disgustingly sweet."
Then he turned to me, "What do you think, beautiful girl?"
Brown was deliberately taunting me. I was like a mute, not uttering a word.
"Do you want to join in and help? After all, you and this man had your moments, right?" Brown's implication was clear: he wanted me to join the game.
He just wanted to up the ante of his twisted game. Without Yolande's agility, my participation would only distract Ernest and Yolande, making it impossible for them to dodge the incoming balls efficiently.
"Brown, what you want to play is your business. Why drag me into this?" I tried hard to dissuade him from his wicked idea.
"But this whole thing started because of you," he said with a smile.
"Leave folks who've got nothing to do with this out," Conrad spoke up.
Brown gave him a glance, saying, "What, you want to join them too?"
Shaking his head, he said, "Forget it, your current state would just kill the vibe."
Today, Brown was exceptionally good at tormenting people. He was the type who wouldn't just swiftly end it with a knife to the throat but preferred to cut the flesh slowly, bit by bit. Content belongs to
"Brown, enough with your nonsense. Let's just get this over with," Ernest seemed to lose his patience as well.
"Seems you can't wait, huh? But
before we start, any last words? In case you get seriously hurt, you won't have another chance," Brown continued his psychological warfare.
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Ernest gritted his teeth, and in the next moment, he threw out a leg and booted the closest guy flying.
He was showing Brown that he wasn't going down without a fight.
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"Nice moves, Mr. Collins, you seem confident. Looks like we really need to up the difficulty for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, I was pushed forward.
"Felicia," Conrad called out to me, attempting to come over, but being injured, he was easily pushed back into his chair. "Ernest, take good care of your beloved lady," Brown said, picking up a baseball and throwing it straight at me.