chapter631

Paul was furious, eyes blazing. He didn't care who Lydia was, just glared at her and Connor like he wanted to set them both on fire. "You better not run. I swear I'll make you regret it tonight."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "You really think you're that tough? If you've got backup, call them. I'm not scared."

Paul snorted and laughed. Alright, just wait."

He whipped out his phone and called someone right in front of everyone. "Mr. Robinson, there's trouble at your Shadow Theater. Two people causing a scene. What do you want me to do?"

"Yes, Mr. Robinson. They're basically begging for it."

"Got it. I'll take care of it."

He hung up, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. "If you beg for forgiveness now, I might let you off. You can all go back to your movie."

Lydia just shot him a cold, silent look.

Paul clicked his tongue and turned to address the crowd. "You all saw it, right? She started it and hit me first. I'm not at fault here. If she kneels down and apologizes, I'll let it go. If not..."

He didn't get to finish. Connor, who had been holding back, snapped. He stepped forward and kicked Paul so hard he flew back, crashing onto a row of empty seats.

Lola screamed. The whole crowd froze. Nobody dared move or even breathe.

Who were these people? Who just sends someone flying like that with a single kick?

It was so unreal.

Paul landed hard. His nose was bleeding, and he just lay there, too stunned and battered to get up. He felt like he'd been shattered into pieces.

Now the crowd really panicked. People started rushing for the exits, some whispering about calling the police.

Lola looked terrified. She rushed to Paul's side, voice shaking. "Paul, are you okay? Say something..."

He gasped, struggling to catch his breath. After a long pause, he finally managed to croak out, "Help me up."

Lola helped him, just as a group of security guards burst in, shouting, "What's going on here? Nobody move!"

Paul coughed and immediately

pointed at Lydia and Connor. "Itet

them! They attacked me for no reason. They're completely out of control..."

One of the guards glared at Lydia and Connor. "Why did you hit him?"

Most people would have been intimidated, but Lydia just looked bored. "Ask him," she said, tossing the question right back at Paul.

All the guards turned to Paul. He opened his mouth, but he just stood there, lost for words. He knew deep down he'd started it.

But he wasn't about to admit defeat.

"I already called Nathaniel. He's close by and will be here any second."

With that, the security guards' attitudes changed in an instant. Suddenly, they were

all polite to Paul and much less friendly to Lydia.

One of them glared at her. You should apologize to this gentleman right now. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

Paul lifted his chin and smirked,

"Don't bother with her. I'll have

both kneeling and begging for!!!

forgiveness in a minute."

A smooth, commanding voice rang out from the entrance. "Who are caysing trouble

in my place?"

Paul's eyes lit

up. He turned to see a

tall, good looking guy in designer

clothes walking in, confidence-

radiating from every step. Paul

practically rushed over "Mr

?

Robinson, here!

The security guards straightened up, bowing their heads. "Good evening, sir."

Nathaniel nodded slightly. "So, what's going on?"

Paul pointed straight at Lydia and Connor. "It's them, Mr. Robinson. They scared everyone off."