Emma clung to Sam's arm. pouting a little. "Sammy, he's making it up! None of that ever happened!"

Sam lifted an eyebrow, his voice icy. "From now on, stay away from Emma. Don't make me repeat myself. Now get lost!"

Raymond stepped before Emma, blocking her. "In that case, return the villa I gave you!"

Sam's brows furrowed slightly as he glanced over at Emma, who clutched his arm tighter, her voice pleading, "Sammy, it's not like what he said..." Just then, a man dressed entirely in black approached from within the bar, his voice low and serious. "Mr. Quinn, is there a problem?"

Emma fell silent, her eyes betraying a flicker of fear.

Raymond looked at the man as well, noticing the eerie green glint in his eyes, an unsettling aura cloaking him.@@novelbin@@

Behind him stood a girl, perhaps 16 or 17, also in black. Her gaze toward Raymond was sharp, filled with disdain and a hint of menace.

The man in black took a brief look at Raymond before addressing Sam. "Mr. Quinn, if there's nothing important, shall we go inside and have a drink?"

Sam nodded, casting Raymond a disdainful look. "I don't care what history you think you have with Emma," he sneered.

"From now on, don't bring up nonsense about villas or debts. If you gave her something, that was your choice.

"Get lost! I'm not interested in arguing with trash like you!"

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