Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 192

Robb sent me a message: “I cut off the internet, so your takeout might not be happening today. I’ve got

food in the kitchen. Chow down and hit the hay early.”

This ticked Dale off. He angrily thumped the window a few times, but what can you do? He took his

grumbling to the shower and got ready for bed.

When Astrid rocked up at the Bush Bar, the bouncers were already there waiting.

She didn’t roll up in her flashy car to keep things under the radar but took a cab instead.

As soon as she stepped out, the bouncer Fenton hustled over.

Seeing Astrid all geared up, Fenton quickly dropped what he was doing and said, “Ms. Irvine, you’re

here?”

Robb had asked him to prepare a mask, hat, and sunglasses for Ms. Irvine, but Astrid had already

sorted that out.

“Yeah, follow me.” Astrid quickly headed into the bar. The security inside saw Astrid coming in with a

posse and were quick to try and stop them.

“I’m here to find someone,” Astrid said coolly, with a hint of politeness.

“You can go in, but the bodyguards can’t.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Naturally, the bodyguards weren’t about to let Astrid go in alone. Fenton stepped forward and said

sternly, “We’re just here to find someone; we’re not looking for trouble. But if you’re not cool with that,

we can play hardball.”

“Hardball?” The guy laughed mockingly. “You’ve got numbers, but we’re not short–staffed either. I’d

love to see how you’re going to play hardball.”

“You guys want to start something? Do you know who owns this bar?”

“Get over here now! We’ve got troublemakers!” He called his mates over the walkie–talkie, then sized

up the slight figure before him.

He thought Astrid was just some rich girl looking for her boyfriend, so he laughed and said, “I’ve seen

loads like you. Clingy and annoying.”

As soon as he finished, a bunch of security guys swarmed over.

The tension was palpable; a fight could break out any second.

A guy smoking a cigar and wearing a chunky gold chain walked over just then. He looked at Astrid and

sneered, “Do you know who I am? You’ve got some nerve trying to mess with my turf.”

Astrid looked at the guy in front of her and scoffed, “So you’re the boss here?”

“Yep, that’s me. And as long as I’m the boss, you’re not setting foot in this bar!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Astrid blinked, “How much for this bar? I’m thinking about buying it.”

“Buy?” The guy burst out laughing, “You can’t afford it! The last time someone offered 10 million, I didn’t

sell. You think hiring a few bodyguards makes you a rich kid?”

“A little girl is trying to play rich and look for trouble. Let me tell you we value our customers‘ privacy

here. I’m not letting you in today!”

“I’ll give you 15 million. I’m buying.”

“15 million?” The guy was so shocked he could barely speak. He was in debt from gambling and

wanted to sell the bar for a while, but the offers were too low with the highest being only 9 million.