Chapter 3 - Confronting Vanessa In Front Of The Restaurant Guests
"A timeout in an airtight car on a humid summer evening in Texas?!" I shouted, my voice booming across the polished granite valet driveway. Bystanders gasped, pulling out their smartphones to record the high-stakes confrontation unfolding outside the upscale Dallas steakhouse.
Vanessa stepped toward us, her manicured hands reaching out to grab Noah's arm in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. "Give him to me, Brandon! You're making a scene in front of our investors!" she hissed through her clenched teeth.
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I slapped her hand away with enough force to make her lose her balance, sending her stumbling back against the valet podium. "Touch my son again, and I will personally see to it that you spend the rest of your life in a state prison," I warned, my voice lethal.
Noah hid his tear-stained face in my neck, whimpering quietly as the valet manager dialed 911 on the restaurant landline.
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