No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 812

Sinclair had really gotten under Dustin's skin this time.

Dustin wasn't looking for trouble, but this trouble had found him, and he wasn't going to back down.

Sinclair, strutting around like he owned the place, must have some tricks up his sleeve, Dustin thought. But what could he possibly have? Sinclair had only been back in the country a few months.

Dustin couldn't quite figure it out. He didn't know much about Sinclair—just that he was a low-profile guy who kept to himself. Dustin hadn't even considered him a threat.

Yet here he was, an unexpected thorn in his side.

Dustin had seen his share of troublemakers in his time. Who was this nobody Sinclair to think he could cause a stir?

With a sly grin, Dustin muttered, "If Mr. Anderson insists on paying his respects, then by all means, stick around for tomorrow's funeral."

He gestured, and suddenly, the room was in chaos as his men clashed with Sinclair's.

I was pulled aside, shielded by Conrad, though he was struggling to keep his ground. Standing behind him, I realized just how much taller he was. It had always been that way.

Back in school, when a bully tried to corner me after I turned him down, Conrad had stepped in. He stood tall, protecting me from harm.

Through everything we've been through since, he's always been there, a stalwart figure I could rely on. Like he said, he's my brother, always looking out for me.

"Watch out, uncle!" Fanny's sharp cry pulled me back to the fight. I turned just in time to see someone make a move on Sinclair. But Sinclair, with a swift kick, sent the attacker flying.

With a flick of his coat, Sinclair surveyed the scene. The fight had ended, and Dustin's men were down for the count, while Sinclair's stood firm, like pillars.

Fanny shrugged, as puzzled as I was. "I have no idea. He's been overseas for years. No one knew he had this kind of pull."

It's true what they say—never judge a book by its cover. Sinclair was full of surprises.

His timely intervention had not only saved us but surely thrown a wrench in Dustin's plans.

And yet, if Dustin was willing to use his own father's funeral for his schemes, he wouldn't give up easily.

Ernest was still nowhere to be found, and I had no idea if he was safe.

With my mind swirling with thoughts, I followed them into the elevator, out of the garage, and into the chapel.