The restaurant manager rushed over, letting out a cold scoff:
"Open your damn eyes and take a look at where you are. You think you can start trouble here? You must have a death wish."
Toby had been injured in his restaurant.
If Fay Galloway came asking questions, he'd have no way to explain himself.
"You hit Assistant Weiss? You're begging to die!"
The others snapped out of their daze, staring in horror at the blood streaming down Toby's face.
"He's lost it. Completely lost it!"
"This ex-convict's got a death wish. Hitting Assistant Weiss? Is he insane?"
Every pair of eyes in the room looked at me like I was already a dead man.
I remained calm, my expression unchanged.
Toby's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted into something savage. The look he gave me could have flayed me alive.
"Duke Gilbert, either you get on your knees and apologize, or you die!"
"Your choice!"
I let out a dry laugh.
"An apology? You're not worth one."
"Good. Good! Good!"
Toby spat the word three times, then yanked several thick bundles of cash from his wallet.
He slammed them onto the table with a sharp crack and turned to the security guards behind him: