His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 677

Casper paused for a moment, realizing it might not be the smartest move. When you're on someone else's turf, you gotta play by their rules.

"I'll just send Dillon instead."

Eliza almost spat out her drink in surprise.

"What did Dillon do to get stuck with this?"

"You shipped him off to Africa last time, and now you're sending him to Bathton? Aren't you worried he might end up marrying into royalty?"

She was joking, but there was a hint of truth to it. Word on the street was that the Queen of Bath had quite the reputation; her court was a melting pot of different races and ages. Dillon was pretty good-looking, so the odds weren't exactly against it.

"Well, he's single anyway. Marrying into the royal family might be the best thing for him." Decision made—Dillon was going.

Eliza felt a bit uneasy for Dillon.

Had he really broken up with Caroline?

"Are you serious, or just pulling my leg?"

"Dead serious."

Alright then. She let it go.

She handed Casper some spicy beef jerky and said, "Try this, it's really tasty—nice and spicy."

"Alright, I'll give it a go."

The beef jerky wasn't half bad. The food stall might've been a bit shabby, but the food was spot on. They chatted away, sipping their beers, having a good time.

Meanwhile, a few guys at the next table, clearly a few drinks in, started taking bets on Casper and Eliza.

"We don't know you. Please move aside," Eliza said, trying to lead Casper away.

The muscular guy and the guy with sunglasses blocked them again, "Don't be ungrateful. We're itching for a fight, and you're in our way. Move, unless you want to be covered in blood."

Casper smirked, unimpressed. Bold, arrogant, and completely clueless. He didn't want to cause a scene in front of Eliza, so he figured he'd let them have their fun and be done with it. But they just wouldn't quit.

"Step aside," he said, his voice firm.

The thugs paused, taken aback by his calm, deep voice, but then burst into laughter again. "Did you hear him? He wants us to move. Who does he think he is? Maybe we should scratch that itch on his face."

Eliza, worried about Casper facing them alone, wanted to leave quickly. But as she tried to move, the tall guy shoved her aside. Light on her feet, she stumbled, bumping into a nearby table with a clatter.

Casper's eyes darkened as he quickly steadied Eliza, "You okay? Are you hurt?"