Chapter 278:

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A closer look revealed the two men’s shifty, sleazy expressions, and the way they stared made the women feel uneasy. Both women were already in robes, fully covered.

“Carrie?” A soft voice called from behind her.

Carrie spun around to find Daxton, dressed in white sportswear, jogging up to her with an easy stride.

She arched an eyebrow, surprised. “Daxton, what brings you here?”

Daxton gave Camille a nod and explained calmly, “I’m the investor here. Whenever I’m in Esterhall for business, I stay at this place. The mountain air is refreshing, so I decided to go for a jog.”

Carrie hesitated as she processed his words. The fact that Daxton was the secret owner of Fayedge hot spring took her by surprise.

Carrie was torn. She wanted to confront those two thugs, but at the same time, she didn’t want to put Daxton in an awkward spot. With social media being what it was these days, sending customers to the police could easily turn into a viral disaster, becoming fodder for trolls.

Without missing a beat, Camille spoke up. “Daxton, those two disgusting guys were disrespectful to Carrie and me, and this Mr. Jenkins even tried to back them up by calling the police.”

When Mr. Jenkins realized Daxton knew Carrie, his nerves kicked in. With Camille calling him out, his face drained of color. His eyes flickered nervously, calculating that if Daxton was acquainted with these women, he might also be displeased with the men they were with. He stuttered, trying to defend himself, “It was these two men who provoked the fight and hurt our suppliers…”

The two battered men limped over. One, his face swollen from Albin’s punch, pointed at his injuries. “Look what he did to my handsome face!”

Camille couldn’t help but laugh. “Honestly, for you, that’s probably an upgrade.”

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Daxton’s face hardened as he turned to Mr. Jenkins. “Take these two to the police station.”

Mr. Jenkins was about to agree when it hit him that Daxton wasn’t talking about Kristopher and Albin, but the suppliers. He hesitated, approaching carefully. “They’re the biggest suppliers in Esterhall. Replacing them might be difficult, and finding someone else on short notice…”

Daxton’s voice was devoid of warmth as he replied flatly, “If you can’t find suppliers, I’ll find someone who can.” It was as if he was discussing something insignificant.

“I-I’ll handle it right away!” Mr. Jenkins stammered, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he fumbled for his walkie-talkie. “Security, get to the entrance of Courtyard No. 3!”

The two men were taken aback. They had heard whispers about the influential figure behind Fayedge, someone rumored to be tied to the Norris family in Orkset. Realizing their mistake, they immediately dropped their haughty attitude and knelt, saying, “Mr. Gracia, we didn’t know these ladies were with you. Please, show mercy and let us go.”

Carrie shot them a sharp glance, her voice frosty. “So, women without connections are just targets for you, huh?” Camille’s voice was laced with indignation as she added, “You might want to check their criminal records. They sure look like repeat offenders to me!”

Daxton turned to Mr. Jenkins, his gaze sharp. “Did you hear what they just said?”

Mr. Jenkins hurriedly nodded. “Yes, yes, I heard. I’ll make sure to investigate them thoroughly.”

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