"Well, isn’t it funny, big man, thinking you own the place? We sisters can say whatever we want, what’s it got to do with you?"
"Exactly, it’s hilarious. What are you suggesting? That you saw Justin Battleson, a man of his status, chasing some woman? As if Justin needs to chase after a woman, don’t make us laugh!"
The women sneered in unison, "Besides, we’re only discussing this and you, a man, get so worked up over the mention of that director. You couldn’t possibly be a fanboy of that woman, could you? Hahaha."
"You!" Jordan Thompson choked on his anger, his face flushed red, his eyes filled with indignation as he glared at the women in front of him.
"What? Are you gonna hit us?" The woman spoke in a triumphant tone, her voice brimming with mockery.
Just as Jordan was about to counter them, a hand reached out and held his own, a cool sensation infiltrating his heated palm.
He looked down in surprise to meet Cyrus Thompson’s deep and tranquil eyes.
Cyrus walked up to Jordan, shaking his head in disapproval, and glared coldly at the group of women.
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"Hahaha, that’s funny. Us grown-ups taking lessons from a kid. What a joke! Little boy, take your dad and go home. Remember to tell your mommy that your dad is a fanboy of the other woman. HAHAHA."
The women laughed condescendingly at Jordan and Cyrus, their laughter growing even louder.
Their shrill voices pierced the air, completely ignoring the displeased looks from surrounding patrons.
Cyrus gave a cold smirk, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Jordan’s hand, restraining him from moving forward, and spoke coldly.
"If that’s the case, I wish you all the best in your upcoming life and work."
After saying this, he led Jordan back to their table.
Jordan glanced down at Cyrus, whose face betrayed no emotion, and was momentarily puzzled as to why Cyrus had stopped him.
Noticing Jordan’s confusion, Cyrus spoke in a leisurely manner.
"I know what you’re thinking, uncle. The reason I stopped you from arguing with them is because I think it’s a waste of time to argue with people who are unreasonable. And also..."
Cyrus suddenly stopped, looked up at Jordan, and flashed a cruel smile. Then he spoke in a low voice,
"For people who enjoy gossiping behind others’ backs and rashly slinging mud without understanding the real situation, I have my ways of dealing with them."
Jordan nodded in understanding. He simply squeezed Cyrus’ hand, walked ahead of him, and then spoke casually.
"Remember, let uncle handle this kind of thing next time. You’re still too young."
Cyrus didn’t reply, but obediently followed behind Jordan.
"Uncle, big brother, why did you guys come back so late? We almost finished our meal."
Hank Thompson turned around and saw Jordan and Cyrus, whose hands were clasped together. He asked them curiously.
"It’s nothing, uncle was just chatting with a few beauties."
Jordan led Cyrus back to his seat, sporting a grim smile as he spoke.
Hank nodded thoughtfully, giving Jordan a thumbs up.