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"What the hell," cursed the man, his voice tinged with irritation.

"What the hell is, I should say? Don't you see where you're walking?" Marcus retorted, his tone defensive.

"If I didn't see, did your eyes also stop working?!" the young man pushed him lightly, his frustration evident in his actions.

As Marcus was about to retaliate, he caught sight of the man's face and froze, a mix of shock and recognition crossing his features. 'What the hell! If I'm not mistaken, he was one of the guards we were about to attack in Eldoria City.'

Indeed, the man Marcus had bumped into was none other than Stephen Young.

Stephen Young also studied Marcus's face, finding it familiar. "Hmm, too familiar, but where have I seen him..." His expression was thoughtful, carrying a hint of suspicion.

Bar...? No...!!

Hotel...? No...!!

At the racing competition...? No...!!

Then I guess I saw him most recently... But where? I don't think I saw him either in Devil City...

Stephen's mind raced as he tried hard to recall where he had seen him.

But then, what about Eldoria City..? Right! It seems he was with the group who were trying to invade that day.

Thus, when Stephen Young came to this conclusion in his mind, he asked Marcus, "Were you in Eldoria City recently?" His heart pounded with a mix of curiosity and suspicion as he awaited Marcus's response.

Marcus's demeanor shifted to one of alertness, his senses heightened by Stephen's sudden accusation. "Huh, Eldoria City? Where did Eldoria City come from? When you should be apologizing to this young master here already!!"

Stephen's expression twisted with anger as Marcus denied the accusation outright. "Eldoria City, the same Eldoria City in which you were trying to invade our territory four days ago."

Marcus's tone turned defensive. "What nonsense are you spouting instead of apologizing? I have never been to Eldoria City."

Stephen Young: "If I said I saw you that day there, then I am certain I definitely saw you."

Marcus retorted, "If I say I was not there, I was not!!"

Stephen Young's confidence wavered as he observed Marcus's firm denial. Doubt crept into his mind. 'Perhaps I am wrong. They were some distance away from him,' he thought.

Meanwhile, Marcus felt a sense of indignation. 'Hehe, trying to confirm my identity. Impossible...!!'

Stephen Young thought about it for a moment, his uncertainty evident in the furrow of his brow as he asked again, "You really weren't there that day?"

Marcus's response was firm, "No, bro, believe me, I really wasn't there!"

Relief washed over Stephen's features as he apologized, "Ah, my bad. I got the wrong person then."

Marcus nodded with a hint of smugness in his expression. "Say thanks to the heavens it was I, young master here. If it were someone else, they would have beaten you already for your insolence." With that, he turned away, a flicker of satisfaction evident in his demeanor as he went to pick some dessert for Arielle Reynolds, without looking back at Stephen Young's enraged reaction.

Marcus scanned the array of sweet treats as he reached the dessert area. After a moment's contemplation, he selected a decadent slice of chocolate cake topped with a generous drizzle of raspberry sauce a dollop of whipped cream and some ice cream. He carried it back to the table with a satisfied smile, eager to see Arielle's reaction to his choice.

After a while, Marcus finally returned with his dessert.

When Arielle Reynolds saw Marcus finally return after what felt like a century, she asked, "Did you go to take it or make it yourself? What took you so long?"

Marcus was startled by Arielle Reynolds' question. He replied, "Eh, boss, of course, I went to take it. But when I was going to take it, an idiot bumped into me."

Arielle Reynolds sighed, knowing what had probably happened. "Marcus, when will you change this habit of yours of not looking ahead while walking?"

Marcus felt wronged and a bit defensive. "Boss, he bumped into me, not the other way around."

Arielle Reynolds asked Marcus what happened, and as he briefly explained the whole situation, she just looked at him silently. Marcus felt goosebumps all over him in response.

"Boss, don't look at me like that," Marcus said nervously, "just say whatever is on your mind."

Arielle Reynolds then questioned, "How come you've never gotten beaten outside with your careless attitude?"

To which Marcus proudly replied, "Because I am a king, and a king never gets beaten!"

However, as Arielle Reynolds glanced at the time, a sense of urgency swept over her. It was already well past 11 PM, and she needed to leave soon. With a mix of exasperation and annoyance, she turned to Marcus. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving first. Finish eating; I'll be waiting in the car," she instructed, her tone conveying both impatience and concern.

Marcus: "So soon? I haven't tried more delicious food yet."

Arielle Reynolds raised her brows, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Don't you eat delicious food every day?"

Marcus shook his head, his expression earnest. "No, it's different."

Arielle Reynolds quirked an eyebrow. "How is it different?"

Marcus grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with humor. "It's free."

Arielle Reynolds was speechless after hearing Marcus's response.

When Arielle Reynolds left, she couldn't find Kyler Young anywhere. She felt a twinge of disappointment, thinking he had possibly departed already. But as she was about to open her car door, she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned around and saw Kyler Young walking over to the car parked next to hers.

Seizing the opportunity, she greeted him again with a hint of excitement. "Hey, mister, we meet again."

Kyler Young nodded in acknowledgment. "Indeed, we meet again, Miss Arielle."

Arielle Reynolds continued, "When I was leaving, I looked around and didn't find you anywhere, so I thought you had already left."

As she spoke, she walked towards him, but tonight she was wearing a long dress. Just as she was about to reach him, she suddenly slipped. Arielle Reynolds immediately closed her eyes, anticipating a fall. However, instead of hitting the ground, she felt something firm beneath her—arms, to be exact. She opened her eyes to find Kyler Young looking intently at her face.

As Arielle lay there, Kyler couldn't help but notice the details of her features illuminated by the dim light. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes, flecked with shades of green and gold, held a glint of mischief and curiosity, captivating him in their depths. Her lips, soft and full, resembled the delicate petals of a red rose, inviting and alluring. The gentle curve of her jawline and the graceful arc of her neck added to her ethereal beauty. Her complexion, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights, appeared radiant and flawless, accentuating her natural charm. Kyler found himself momentarily lost in admiration, struck by her captivating presence despite the unexpected situation.

With a deep breath, she steadied herself, feeling grateful for Kyler's quick reflexes.

"Thanks," she mumbled, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Why do you have this weird habit of falling down?" he asked, concern mingled with amusement in his voice.

Arielle Reynolds, feeling embarrassed, retorted, "I don't have this habit!"

Kyler Young chuckled softly. "You don't? The two times I've met you, both times you were falling down."

Arielle Reynolds defended herself, "No, no, the first time was an accident, and now it's because of this dress and heels.

Kyler Young teased gently, "So who told you to wear what you can't handle?"

Arielle Reynolds defended her choice, saying with a hint of defiance, "I like it."

Kyler Young offered practical advice, "Then learn how to walk in it," his tone softening with understanding.

As Kyler Young said so, he was about to walk away, Arielle Reynolds hurriedly spoke up, her voice tinged with urgency, "Hey, remember I said I'd treat you? Since you saved me again, I'll double the treat. So, when are you free?"

Kyler Young shook his head, feeling a little reluctance. "There's no need."

"Why not? There's definitely a need! A big one!" Arielle persisted, her voice laced with determination, her eyes shining brightly under the lights.

Kyler Young remained speechless, his gaze fixed on her face, unsure of how to respond to her persistence.

"I've already decided. I'll treat you this Sunday," Arielle declared boldly, her confidence unwavering.

"I haven't agreed yet," Kyler reminded her, his tone firm yet gentle.

"If I kept waiting for you to agree, wouldn't I have to wait for eternity?" Arielle Reynolds' tone carried a playful yet earnest undertone as she spoke, a hint of impatience softened by a touch of vulnerability. She handed him a paper with her number written on it and stuffed it into the chest pocket of his suit. As she touched the chest pocket, she felt his fast heartbeat.

She looked at him, eyes wide with curiosity. "Eh, mister, why is your heartbeat so fast?"

Kyler, trying to look away from her eyes, replied, "You scared me just now, that's why," he lied under his breath.

"I see, call me on Sunday. I'll pick you up. Oh right, what's your number? If you forget to call, then at least I can reach you," she added.

Kyler Young went silent.

"Oh right, you haven't told me your name yet," Arielle added, her tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

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