However, in the end, Owen Shaw still found July Quinn’s phone and pressed the speed dial for the "1" key.
Half an hour later, Kyle Keaton appeared in this barbecue restaurant.
He was still wearing a high-end suit, exuding elegance and sophistication in every gesture, completely out of place in this humble barbecue joint.
Therefore, his arrival instantly became the focus of attention in the restaurant.
Even Owen Shaw, who was captivated by July Quinn’s perfect profile, immediately sensed his presence.
Though the smoky haze in the barbecue place blurred the man’s features, Owen Shaw could still feel the powerful aura hidden beneath.
Just by slowly walking up to them, Owen Shaw felt the imposing presence as if facing a top predator at the apex of the food chain.
Owen Shaw kept searching his mind for someone with a comparable stature to the man in front of him, but found no answers for a while.
And in the blink of an eye, the man stood before them.
Towering above them, his brows fierce.
His gaze especially sharp when it landed on Owen Shaw’s hand resting on July Quinn’s shoulder.
That look seemed to give Owen Shaw a bit of confidence.
Plus, he couldn’t find anyone with a matching demeanor in his mind, so he entirely ignored the initial discomfort.
So, he began his passive-aggressive comments again.
"Hello, July had a bit to drink. I thought it best for you to come and take her home."
July Quinn asking him to call family quickly turned into his own initiative.
This way, he could show his generosity while intimidating his rival.
But Kyle Keaton didn’t seem to care about his generosity or intimidation, he merely coldly glanced at the toppled beer bottles on the table.
Owen Shaw’s initial attempt didn’t have the intended effect, so he continued his ceaseless niceties.
"Maybe she’s feeling down, which is why she’s had a bit much."
Seeing Kyle Keaton not respond, he added, "She’s under a lot of stress lately. Tomorrow, when she’s sober, don’t argue with her over this."
Another tactic of an expert equivocator.
Appearing concerned for the two, he was actually trying to drive a wedge and take advantage. Original content can be found at novel✦fire.net
But Owen Shaw didn’t foresee that such tactics would be met with an icy stare that chilled him to the bone.
"Why so much idle chatter? Trying to sow discord?"
Pretty good at reading intentions, huh.
He immediately saw through Owen Shaw’s intentions.
But equivocation isn’t only for rivals; it’s also for targets.
So, Owen Shaw didn’t continue targeting Kyle Keaton but turned to face July Quinn.
"July, I didn’t mean to create discord. You know, I just don’t want you two arguing."
As long as he portrayed a kind and loving image in July Quinn’s eyes, she’d always view him favorably regardless of his actions.
His gaze was sincere, like a naive white flower.
But his words had barely landed when July Quinn smacked him on the back of the head.
In his bewilderment, July Quinn sternly reprimanded him.
"I asked you to help me figure out whose I am and have them take me home. Why so much unnecessary chatter?"
If he hadn’t seen July Quinn rambling while drunk and nearly snagging chicken wings from the neighboring table earlier, he’d really suspect she was feigning drunkenness to humiliate him in cahoots with this man.
Otherwise, why would their expressions of disdain be so similar?
While Owen Shaw was dazed, Kyle Keaton felt much of the frustration in his chest dissipate.
Because July Quinn’s words just now made the situation more clear to him and he found her more agreeable.
"You belong to me, want to come with me?"
July Quinn looked up, meeting the man’s chiseled handsome face.
Even more handsome than Liam Monroe!
She nodded without hesitation, "I’ll go with you!"
Immediately, she began gathering her phone and purse from the table.
Owen Shaw, witnessing the whole process: "..."
Perhaps this is the newest realm where values follow appearances!