Chapter 65

Grace was too weak to fight back. Blood from the gash on her forehead kept trickling down. Chester had already ripped open her blouse and was about to take it further when a sudden, brutal kick sent him flying. He crashed hard against a sharp corner, and blood spilled from his mouth. The next second, the men's restroom door was closed. Julian, dressed completely in black, stood guard outside and lit a cigarette. Anyone who came up was turned away with the same line. "Go somewhere else. We've got business here." Julian had always been a force to be reckoned with, and now, with that half-lidded stare, he looked downright lethal. The moment someone saw who he was, they stepped back quickly. He took a slow drag, leaning against the wall as he called inside, "Your legs are still recovering. Don't push it." Inside, Ethan was crouching beside Grace, his hand brushing against her forehead. Meanwhile, Chester—the guy who had just taken the hit—rolled his eyes and passed out cold. Grace's