Chapter 67

Amaya emerged from the restroom just in time to witness the scene. She rushed over and shooed the man away. “What’s wrong with you? Trying to harass my best friend?”

She pulled out her phone and called Zachary. “Mr. Quinn, your girl, Jules, is being sexually harassed.”

Julie frowned at Amaya’s dramatic statement and softly protested, “Don’t say nonsense.”

Amaya chuckled mischievously before turning to glare coldly at the man. She sneered, “Are there no mirrors in the men’s restroom? Looking ugly is bad enough, but scaring young ladies is crossing the line.”

Julie wanted to remind Amaya not to provoke the man further, but before she could speak, the man’s face twisted in fury. He lunged at Amaya.

“You bitch!” he roared, swinging a fist.

But before the punch landed, a strong hand caught the man’s wrist.

“Who the hell dares to meddle in my business?” the man bellowed, turning around. Seeing Zachary, much taller and stronger, he faltered briefly, then scowled. “Who the fuck are you? I’m warning you. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong…”

Before he could finish, a sharp pain shot through his wrist. He screamed.

A scuffle ensued.

Seeing the chaos escalate, Julie swung her bag, hitting the man repeatedly on the head and shoulders.

Soon, the man’s friends arrived. Julie sensed danger and immediately called the police. All three were taken to the police station for questioning.

The incident was considered a mutual fight, as all parties were involved. Everyone was required to contact their families for bail.

Amaya looked nervously at Julie. “I’m too scared to call my parents, Jules. Can you call someone else?”

“Call who?” Julie couldn’t call Mandy; even if she did, Mandy couldn’t bail them out.

Amaya whispered hesitantly, “What about asking Zachary to help?”

“You want Karen to bail us out? That woman probably wishes I’d rot in here for a year.” Julie scoffed.

Amaya vividly recalled Karen’s harsh words. She sighed heavily. “So I have to call my dad? I’ll be grounded forever if he finds out I got into trouble. You’ll never see me again.”

Julie felt guilty knowing the situation had escalated because Amaya and Zachary had tried to intervene.

Just then, Zachary calmly spoke, “Don’t worry. I’ve contacted my dad’s assistant. He’ll be here soon to bail us out.”

Amaya’s eyes lit up. “Really? Does your mom know?”

Zachary shook his head. “I don’t think she does.”

Sighing in relief, Amaya nudged Julie. “I think Mr. Quinn is a great choice, Jules. Maybe you should…” Before she could finish, Julie glared and silently told her to shut up. Amaya giggled and said nothing more.

About twenty minutes later, the door opened to reveal a middle-aged man in glasses and a black suit.

Though he hadn’t stepped in, Julie recognized him as Zachary’s father’s assistant. He was the same person who’d represented Karen years ago.

Zachary got up. “Thomas, is everything sorted?”

Thomas Jenkins’ gaze lingered briefly on Julie before he spoke formally, “Mr. Quinn, Mrs. Quinn Senior has sent me here to bail you out and take you home.”

Zachary frowned. “Didn’t I tell you not to let my mom know?”

“She’s waiting in the car.”

Zachary’s expression darkened. He opened his mouth to speak, but Thomas cut him off. “Mrs. Quinn Senior is worried about you, and you can’t let her worry, can you?” “What about my friends?” Zachary asked.