Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1359

Dahlia's action surprised Vera.

Vera's arm was slender, while Dahlia's grip was strong, nearly crushing it. Vera's expression soured immediately as she said, "Let go of me, or I'll call security!"

"Do it! Let them see how vicious you are! Let's see if you'll keep bullying my grandson and me!"

"Apologize now!"

Hank also grew upset and threw the peanuts at Vera.

Some of the passengers strained their necks, but no one helped Vera.

"You're in the wrong here. I won't apologize."

Dahlia wanted to say more when she felt a sharp pain in her arm as if it was about to break.

"Let go of her."

A cold voice sounded above them.

The moment she looked up, she saw a tall and handsome man by her side. He had a death grip on her arm, looking like he wanted to kill someone.

The man's aura was bone- chilling. Frightened,

Dahlia released Vera as she looked at him.

"W-Who are you? Let go of me!"

Vera was in a lot of pain, but the man's voice made it disappear. Then, she looked up to find the oh-so-familiar face.

Quill...

Why was he here?

How did he know she was on this train? She'd bought the ticket at random. Why was he...

Quill's expression darkened as he said, "Apologize to her."

"Apologize? Why should I? She cursed my grandson, ow..."

Dahlia cried out in pain before she could finish her words. Her expression contorted in pain as she cried, "Help, quick! Someone's trying to bully the elderly! Help, help!"

However, the other passengers turned a blind eye.

Quill's grip on her only increased as Dahlia's scream grew louder. But she soon surrendered and said, "Okay, I was wrong! Please let go."

Nevertheless, Quill's expression was still harsh. "Apologize."

Dahlia turned to Vera quickly and said, "Miss, I'm sorry, okay? My grandson shouldn't have thrown peanut shells at you, and I shouldn't have pinched you. Please ask your boyfriend to let me go."

Still in shock, Vera was wondering why Quill was on this train as well when Dahlia apologized. It was only then she came to herself and turned to look at her.

"He's not my boyfriend. He has nothing to do with me."

After that, Vera sat down.

The woman was rendered speechless.

"Miss, he's your boyfriend, isn't it? Otherwise, why would he defend you? C'mon, tell him to let go! I'm an old woman... If this goes on, I'm going to have a heart attack."

Vera remained silent. Dahlia brought it upon herself.

However, Quill had already let go of Dahlia and grabbed Vera's arm before she could react.

"Follow me."

Vera was ripsh*t at his touch.

"Who are you, Sir? Don't touch me."

Quill frowned slightly and said, "Vivy, don't stay here."

Then, Vera replied, "I can be wherever I want to. It's none of your business."

The passengers continued to watch the scene

"What are you doing? Put me down! Quill Hanover, you b*stard! Leave me alone. Why did you follow me here? Let me go, let me go..."

Vera struggled hard to break free.

But Quill's grip on her only tightened as he said, "If you don't want to fall over, stop struggling. I'll take you to another carriage."

Then, Quill took her to another carriage.

Along the way, she was the center of attention.

When they finally stopped, Vera saw that Quill was talking to a passenger occupying a sleeper bunk.

Quill wanted the bunk, but the passenger was unwilling.

When he offered to buy it, the passenger said, "Fat chance! Do you know how much time I spent vying for this seat? I'm not selling."

"What if I offer you ten thousand dollars for it?"

The passenger was stunned into silence, not expecting Quill to be so generous.

However, the passenger on the top bunk heard what Quill said as he was on his phone. Then, he looked down with his eyes gleaming with greed. "Really? Ten thousand? You can have mine. Do you prefer bank transfer or cash?"

He asked anxiously and even extended his phone to Quill.

The previous passenger wasn't about to let his money slip away, so he stood up and said, "Hey, f*ck off! I'll sell my seat to you. I'll even sell it for only five thousand dollars!"

He'd be an idiot for not giving his seat away for five thousand dollars.

"Take mine. I'll sell it for four thousand."

"What the f*ck, you..."

Meanwhile, Vera was rendered speechless.

Was it really necessary?

Then, Quill put Vera down but still had a tight grip on her waist as he took his phone. "I'm taking both. Give me your account number."