Chapter 277:

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Carrie shot them a look of pure disgust, grabbed the robes, handed one to Camille, and quickly slipped her own on. She noticed Kristopher walking purposefully toward the side gate, heading directly toward the two men.

Before they could even blink, Kristopher delivered a swift kick to the man who had been whistling, sending him stumbling backward.

Albin followed up with a punch to the other man’s face, sending him crashing to the ground. Then, he kicked him several times while he was down.

“Who do you think you are? In front of Kristopher, you’re nothing,” Albin spat.

The men on the ground groaned in pain, their voices laced with weak threats. “You think you can do this? Do you know who we are? We’ll crush you like bugs!” Their words were slurred together, still dazed from the pain.

Suddenly, their eyes flickered toward a portly figure approaching. Their faces lit up, and they quickly scrambled to their feet. “Mr. Jenkins!” they yelled in unison.

Rushing over to Mr. Jenkins, they pointed angrily at Kristopher. “Mr. Jenkins, what kind of people do you have around here? They attacked us without any provocation!”

Mr. Jenkins glanced in the direction the men indicated. His eyes faltered for a moment as he saw Kristopher standing there. Kristopher had spoken with him the day before about a potential deal, showing interest in taking over the Fayedge hot spring. The Fayedge hot spring was well-known for being a highly profitable business. If managed properly, its revenue could easily grow.

Mr. Jenkins was keen to finish his current task and focus on managing the hot spring more effectively. A few parties had expressed interest in taking over, but Kristopher’s offer had been on the low side, and he didn’t appear to be someone with vast financial resources. Seeing how young Kristopher was, Mr. Jenkins quickly assumed he was just a wealthy kid with too much time on his hands.

Being a businessman, he valued smooth relations, so he handed Kristopher a few tickets to enjoy the place. The men who had been attacked were suppliers for the hotel, providing almost all of its goods. Given Esterhall’s underdevelopment, resources were scarce.

After a brief pause, Mr. Jenkins quickly made up his mind.

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He walked over to Kristopher and said, “Mr. Norris, I gave you tickets to relax here for free, not to stir up trouble and hurt our guests.”

The two men, still behind Mr. Jenkins, were rubbing their wounds—one on his cheek, the other on his stomach. “We won’t let this go. We’re calling the police and getting a medical exam.”

Albin let out a disbelieving laugh. “Relax for free? If Kristopher wanted, he could buy the entire Fayedge hot spring.”

Mr. Jenkins sneered. “There are plenty in Orkset who could afford Fayedge hot spring. Mr. Norris did talk to me about it, but his offer wasn’t impressive.”

Kristopher shot him a cold glance from the side but remained silent. In business, Kristopher was all about making intelligent investments. The price he proposed was well thought out and fair. If every deal had to be about showing off wealth, the Norris Group’s market value wouldn’t have soared under his guidance.

Mr. Jenkins felt a shiver run down his spine under Kristopher’s piercing gaze. How could someone like Kristopher—seemingly just a rich kid—carry such an undeniable presence, one that seemed to outshine even his boss?

Carrie stepped forward, her voice frosty. “Go ahead, call the police. We’ll also report them for harassing and insulting women in public.”

Camille, standing next to Carrie, folded her arms and added, “Exactly! Two creepy old men. Have you even taken a look in the mirror lately?”

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