Chapter 684: Chapter 684



She made her way upstairs, where an internet café awaited.

She sat at one of the PC stalls, turned on the monitor, and began playing a dull computer game to pass the time.

“Playing a computer game? You sure know how to have fun.”

Even with headphones on, Fannie could hear Bobby’s teasing voice clearly. As if his intrusion wasn’t obvious enough, he perched on the armrest of her chair.

Fannie pulled off her headphones and stood up, intending to leave without a word.

“Why are you avoiding me? I’m not going to do anything to you.”

Fannie turned to face him, her eyes cold. “Looks like your dad’s recent troubles haven’t taught you enough of a lesson.”

Bobby cocked his head to the side, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Actually, I should thank Jett. After my dad got out, he lost a few pounds. He’d been trying to lose weight for ages without success.”

Fannie remembered Katherine’s request for her help not long ago. It seemed Bobby was just being stubborn.

“You’re a chip off the old block,” Fannie remarked, walking past him.

As she walked away, Bobby called after her. “Tell Jett this feud is on. Whatever tricks he has, bring them on. Let’s see who takes the other down first.”

The way he said it was deceptively casual, but the underlying threat was unmistakable. Fannie’s steps faltered, and she turned to face him, anxiety creeping in.

“Aren’t you being childish?” she asked, her voice steady.

Bobby smirked. “Who started it?”

“Why did you run your mouth?” Fannie shot back, irritation creeping into her tone.

He locked eyes with her. “Who kept me from getting you back?”

The internet café was eerily quiet, not even the lights were on. Bobby took a step closer, and Fannie instinctively backed away. She wanted to confront him about his last remark, to tell him once and for all that she wasn’t some object to be fought over.

But as he backed her into a corner, his proximity made her heart race. She swallowed hard, raising her hand to stop him from getting any closer.

When Bobby persisted, his face just an inch from hers, Fannie turned her head away.

“You think too much,” Bobby said, a smug smile creeping onto his face.

“I’m over you.”

Fannie didn’t believe him. She kept her distance, unsure of his intentions, still wary of his every move.

In the next moment, Bobby stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets, as if he truly meant his words.

“You want to leave? Answer my question, and I’ll let you go.”

Fannie eyed him warily.

Bobby tilted his chin up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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