The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 214 Justin Appears

Brittany immediately sensed something peculiar in Amelia's gaze and quickly called out, "Cousin, what are you looking at?"

"I... I wasn't looking at anything," Amelia stammered in denial. She dared not admit she had been watching Daniel or that she might have been developing inappropriate feelings for him.

Daniel cheekily took over the conversation, "Cousin was obviously admiring me, the handsome guy here!"

"Handsome? You?" Brittany rolled her eyes dismissively and rebuked, "Shameless country bumpkin!"

"How do you know I smell? You haven’t even had a taste of me!" Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"You are..." Brittany stammered, frustrated and ranting, "You’re nothing but base scum!"

Having said that, Brittany grabbed a lobster shell from the table and threw it at Daniel. She aimed for his face, but just as the shell came within centimeters of touching him, Daniel casually flicked it away with a dining knife.

"Cling!"

Just like a ping-pong ball, the lobster shell ricocheted back, hitting Brittany right in her made-up face with a greasy slap.

Enraged, Brittany stormed over to Daniel and pummeled him fiercely. Her punches fell on Daniel's back and chest like torrential rain.

Amelia suddenly felt something odd stirring in her heart, almost like jealousy.

"Ahem," she coughed lightly, then suggested, "Can’t you both get a room? Did you forget I don’t have a boyfriend? I certainly don’t need a couple showing off in front of me."

Amelia didn’t know why she felt the need to mention her single status, almost as if she meant to direct the information at Daniel. After all, Brittany, her cousin, knew all too well she was unattached.

Meanwhile, a motorcade of several cars pulled up at the entrance of Bell Street. Leading the way was a BMW followed by a two-toned Maybach. A man in a training outfit got out of the BMW and opened the door of the Maybach, inviting Justin to step out.

Amidst the escort of many club members, Justin walked into Brittany's eatery. Upon entry, he saw his beaten members sprawled on the floor and Beardog with a newly swollen face.

"Who dares to mess with my people?" Justin bellowed. "Surround this place!" he commanded his crew.

Then, a familiar voice came from inside the room. "Justin? Are you here to peel lobster for me?"

The voice seemed eerily familiar to Justin, though he couldn’t immediately recall who it belonged to. Regardless of who it might be, the very idea that someone would expect Justin to peel lobster for them was preposterous.

"Irradiated with rage, Justin retorted, "You want me to peel lobster for you? How about I give you two slaps across the face!"

He then kicked the door open with force.

"Bang!"

Justin sent the door crashing down. The wooden door was already old and cracked; Amelia had long planned to replace it. With Justin’s powerful kick, it toppled over with a loud thud.