Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093:

Dane’s brow creased faintly. Had this been his sister or someone close to him, he wouldn’t have hesitated to ensure the bullies faced consequences.

Yet, he and Docie weren’t close, and it wasn’t his place to intervene beyond what he’d already done.

Dane glanced at Brody and his friends, his voice cold. “Docie has let it go, so we’ll leave it at that. But if this happens again…”

“No, it won’t!”

After repeated assurances from Brody and his friends, Dane finally led Docie away.

Once outside the restaurant, he turned to Docie. “How did you end up encountering them in the corridor?”

Docie hesitated, biting her lip. “I was working on a project and heard someone I wanted to collaborate with was here. I thought I might run into her, but I didn’t expect…” She trailed off. Dane paused, staring at the top of her head for a moment before looking away.

“There’s another entrance for customers.

The person you were looking for may have already left. You’ve had a fright. I’ll take you home.”

Dane pulled out his phone, quickly messaging Susan before heading to the driver’s side of his car.

Docie briefly eyed Dane’s luxury car, remembering the last time she saw it—when he’d driven it to pick up Susan.

She clenched her fist, then opened the passenger door.

The moment she settled into the car, Docie noticed something. Rather than the opulent interior, her eyes first fell on a photo of Susan, displayed before her.

The photo showed Susan in a graceful, fitted light blue dress, standing on a small bridge over a stream. Her smile was warm, and her eyes glowed with affection.

Docie was captivated. Susan looked stunningly beautiful and serene. Even as a woman, Docie couldn’t deny the photo was wonderfully captured.

Dane drove with calm precision. Docie kept silent, aware of the constant phone calls Dane was receiving.

Dane kept his eyes on the road ahead.

Though Docie couldn’t hear the conversations, his composed replies made her glance at him repeatedly. Belonging to a powerful family, Dane exuded refinement and intelligence. His appearance matched his status, and judging by Susan’s photo, he seemed deeply devoted to her.

Docie pursed her lips, stealing a quick glance at Dane again. He remained unaware of her subtle observation. When the car reached her building, she stayed seated, clutching her phone. Dane glanced at her. “Anything else?”

Docie paused before gathering her courage. “Thank you for taking me back today, Mr. Johns. Could I have your number?”

Since Docie was Susan’s apprentice, Dane felt it was a reasonable request and agreed.

He unlocked his phone and showed his number to her.

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