Chapter 662: Chapter 662



Fannie turned to face him sharply, her frustration bubbling over.

“Do you even realize how humiliating this is for me? Do you want the entire world to know that Bobby slept with me? How does that help you? Do you enjoy looking like a fool?”

Jett’s voice rose, his anger palpable as he pointed at Bobby, who had just stepped outside.

“He did it on purpose! I swear, he planned every bit of this. That bastard just wants to have you for himself!”

With his temper flaring, Jett swung a fist at Bobby.

This time, Bobby didn’t hold back. Back at the hotel, he had restrained himself out of some misplaced guilt toward Jett. But now, there was nothing stopping him.

Fannie stood frozen, knowing just how brutal Bobby could be in a fight. In two swift moves, Bobby had Jett pinned to the ground, delivering blow after blow with unnerving precision.

Check updates now on gαℓησν𝓮ℓs․com “Bobby!” Fannie cried out, rushing toward them.

She shoved Bobby back and bent down to help Jett to his feet, but Jett, his pride shattered, lunged at Bobby again.

Several police officers rushed out, struggling to separate the two men. After a tense moment, they finally managed to subdue them. Jett, seething, jabbed a finger in Bobby’s direction.

“This isn’t over! Mark my words!” he spat, his voice full of venom.

Bobby smirked, his expression dripping with disdain as he gave Jett a mocking thumbs-down.

Fannie pressed her fingers to her temples, utterly exhausted.

What kind of mess had she gotten herself into? Since neither of them seemed to care about her, why should she bother stopping the fight?

“Officer, they’re all yours. Charge them with fighting and disturbing the peace. Lock them up for a few days if that’s what it takes.” Without another word, Fannie turned on her heel and walked away.

“Fifi!”

Both Jett and Bobby shouted her name at the same time. Jett, desperate and still seething, swung a leg at Bobby, but his kick missed entirely.

“Who the hell gave you the right to call her Fifi?” Jett snapped, his voice cracking with frustration.

“Fifi…” Bobby grinned devilishly, clearly enjoying Jett’s reaction.

The next day, Fannie filed a request for a business trip. Two of her artists had joined a production, and she decided to accompany them, seeking some much-needed distance.

Before boarding the plane, she made a quick call to Dulce. “Tell your brother to stop looking for me.”

“What’s going on?” Dulce asked, her voice lazy as she lounged on the couch, a TV drama playing in the background. “Weren’t you all set to be my sister-in-law?”

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