The three men stared at me with the kind of arrogant confidence that came from never having their world truly challenged. They had no idea who they were dealing with.
"A choice?" The tallest one scoffed, puffing out his chest. "Listen here, nobody—"
His words died in his throat as Bradley Orwell appeared beside me like a shadow.
"Gentlemen," Bradley said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. "I believe Mr. Knight asked you to leave the lady alone."
The change was instantaneous. All three men went white as sheets. Everyone in Everbrook City knew Bradley Orwell's reputation, and seeing him stand beside me like a loyal lieutenant sent a clear message about the hierarchy here.
"Mr. Orwell," the tallest one stammered. "We didn't realize—I mean, we were just—"
"You were just leaving," I finished for him.
The second man grabbed his friends' arms. "Come on, let's go. There are other parties tonight."
