Halsey stood still, locking eyes with Dwight.


    Dwight froze, his body tensing.


    Rachel, following Dwight''s gaze, spotted Halsey and asked, "Who is she?"


    Dwight didn''t answer.


    Without saying a word, Halsey turned and walked away. She wanted to leave, feeling suffocated by the atmosphere around her. She didn''t belong here.


    In her rush to leave, she collided with a middle-aged


    Halsey quickly apologized. "I''m so sorry!"


    The man grumbled, "Sorry doesn''t fix anything. Damn it, I lost a lot of money today, and now I run into you-just my luck..."


    When the man saw Halsey''s face, he stopped in his tracks. He was taken aback by her delicate, youthful appearance.


    He eyed her up and down. "I didn''t expect you to be so young.''


    Halsey, fresh from school, was dressed in a white sweater and a pleated skirt, with a white down jacket over it. Her long ck hair was tied up in a high ponytail. The pure, schoolgirl vibe she radiated feltpletely out of ce in this setting, making her stand out even more.


    The man''s lecherous gaze made Halsey ufortable. She frowned. "I already apologized."


    She tried to push past him.


    But the man stepped into her path. "Where are you going? Why don''t we have some fun together, huh?"


    Halsey''s voice hardened. "Move. Don''t block my way. I want to go home!"


    The manughed. "Whose home are you going to? You cane to my ce. I can give you a home."


    Finding him repulsive, Halsey turned to leave.


    But the man grabbed her slender arm, yanking her back. "Come on, don''t go. Stay and y with me."


    "Let go of me! If you don''t, I''ll scream for help


    "You can scream all you want. The more you scream, the more funt''ll have," he sneered.


    He tried to pull Halsey into his embrace.


    Just as she was about to call for help, arge hand suddenly shot out and grabbed the man''s wrist, yanking it away from her.


    "How dare you mess with my business!"


    The man cursed, but when he looked up, he saw Dwight.


    The middle-aged man hesitated. "H-Hey, Dwight."


    Dwight''s sharp, handsome features were now cold and unforgiving. "What are you doing?"


    The man chuckled awkwardly. "I was just having little fun with this youngdy." Dwight''s expression remained unreadable, his cold aura radiating. "She said no. Didn''t you hear her?"


    The man stammered, "L-Let me go, okay? I''m not messing with her anymore."


    With a swift motion, Dwight twisted the man''s wrist, and a loud snap echoed through the air.


    "Ah!" the man screamed in agony.


    Dwight flicked his hand, sending the man crashing into the wall.


    "How dare you do this to me!" The man''s face twisted with rage. You think you''re something just because the boss values you and the boss''s daughter is into you? You''re nothing but apdog! You live a life of danger, and you''ll end up dead in a ditch sooner than you think."


    Halsey stood off to the side, her fingers curling slightly in anger.


    Dwight''s face remained emotionless. "Well, I don''t know how or when I''m gonna die, but I know how you''re meeting your end. Boys!"


    Two men in ck rushed forward. "Yes?"


    Dwight gave a coldmand. "Take him away."