Mitchell sat on the sofa in a daze. At this mont, his mind was filled with what had just happened.
He did not know when the drug would take effect, so he was extrely nervous.
Connor narrowed his eyes and looked at the security guards playfully. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward.
Cheryl followed Connor nervously. She knew that these security guards were probably here for Connor.
"Get out of the way…" Connor walked up to the security guards and shouted coldly.
One of the security guards scanned Connor up and down, then asked expressionlessly, "You were the one who hit him just now?"
"Yes!" Connor replied indifferently.
"Sir, I'm sorry. You injured the security guard in our bar just now, so you can't leave now…"
"Are you sure you don't want to leave?" Connor frowned and asked the security guard.
"No matter who you are, you can't leave after beating soone up in the Magnifique Bar…"
However, at this mont, a tall and handso young man walked out from behind the security guard.
"It's Mr. Wagstoff!"
"I didn't expect Mr. Wagstoff to co…"
"Hah, looks like this brat might be in trouble today…"
The custors in the bar seed to know this young man as they discussed in low voices.
The young man walked up to Connor and said with a smile, "Hello, sir. I'm the manager of this bar. My na is Samson Wagstoff!"
"Is there sothing you need?" Connor looked at the young man and asked calmly.
"Of course, you injured soone in our place earlier. Now, please give us an explanation. Otherwise, we will not let you leave this place…"
Samson, in front of Connor, was very handso. Moreover, there was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes. Connor could feel that although Samson was not a martial artist, he was not ordinary.
After hearing Samson's words, Connor was stunned. Then, he said expressionlessly, "What explanation do you want?"
Samson snorted coldly and said indifferently, "You beat up soone in our bar and even beat up our security guards, so you have to give an explanation today. Otherwise, how will we continue to operate?"
At this mont, many guests surrounded Connor and Samson, but most were watching the show.
This was because they knew very well that Samson would not appear personally if it were a small matter. Since Samson had already appeared personally, the bar would not let Connor off easily today.
Even Mitchell was a little excited. Although he had just drunk that glass of wine, there were still two to three hours before the effects of the drug took effect, so he was not in a hurry.
And Connor would find walking out of this bar very difficult today.
He felt that if he could make Connor a cripple because of this, he would not drink this glass of wine for nothing. At most, when the drug took effect, he would find Hera to vent.
Thinking of this, Mitchell could not help but reveal a smug smile.
The students in the class were all watching the commotion. No one was willing to stand up for Connor.
After all, if he stood up for Connor at this ti, wouldn't that be equivalent to offending Mitchell? Moreover, it would implicate him.
These students didn't know what was going on at all. They didn't know if Mitchell drugged Cheryl.
And even if Mitchell drugged Cheryl, this had nothing to do with them so that they wouldn't ddle in other people's business.
However, they felt a little unbelievable that Connor was still harmless. No matter how Mitchell ridiculed and humiliated Connor, Connor did not get angry. However, it was as if he had changed into a different person.
It was unbelievable.
Cheryl ran to Samson and said agitatedly, "This has nothing to do with Connor…"
"He just admitted that he hit soone…" Samson said calmly.
"This is what happened. Soone drugged my drink just now, and Connor happened to see it. That's why Connor hit . If you want to pursue the matter, then co and pursue my responsibility…" Cheryl quickly said.
"Soone drugged your drink?" After Samson heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
The Magnifique Bar clearly stated that such a situation was not allowed.
Drugging soone was even more detestable than beating them up!
"That's right. He was the one who tried to drug …" Cheryl pointed at Mitchell and shouted.
Samson sized Cheryl up. He felt that Cheryl was not lying.
"Don't listen to their nonsense. I didn't spike her drink…" Mitchell hurriedly shouted.
Samson asked Cheryl, "What evidence do you have to prove that he drugged her?"
After Cheryl heard Samson's question, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes. She did not have any evidence. If she had evidence, Connor would not have made a move.
"You can go and take a look at the surveillance caras in your bar…" Cheryl said helplessly.
"I'm sorry, but our bar doesn't have surveillance caras…" Samson replied in a low voice.
"Umm…" Cheryl looked at Samson, not knowing what to say.
Samson approached Mitchell expressionlessly and asked, "Did you try to drug this lady just now? Don't you know that we don't allow drugs in our bar? Do you know that you're asking for death?"
After hearing Samson's words, Mitchell's expression was a little flustered. He stuttered, "Mr. Wagstoff, don't listen to these two people's nonsense. They're framing . I'm a mber of this bar. Even if I have the guts, I wouldn't dare to drug soone..."
"Would they accuse you for no reason?" Samson frowned.
"Connor has beef with . He's just looking for trouble…" Mitchell's acting was very good. If Connor had not seen Mitchell spiking the drink with his own eyes, he might have believed Mitchell's words.
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