CHAPTER 373: CHAPTER 371 UNABLE TO MARRY OFF [1 MORE]

The other two girls saw what was happening and immediately stood up to intervene, but in reality, they just held Noah Owen back so that Claire Baker could fight back.

Noah Owen, being held back, felt Claire Baker’s claws scratch her face, boiling inside, thinking, this bitch is going all out, trying to ruin her face.

"Broad daylight in S City, and the socialites are having a group fight—what a show," Young Master Reid suddenly appeared in the restaurant at some unknown time, with his phone out, recording a video of them.

Hearing Henry Reid’s voice, the women immediately stopped fighting, turned around, and looked at him.

"Young Master Reid, we’re just playing around; don’t take it seriously," one of the girls trying to mediate explained with a smile as she reached to snatch Henry Reid’s phone.

Seeing this, Henry Reid backed a few steps away quickly, raised his hands, and warned, "Don’t move carelessly, don’t say I’m taking advantage of you."

In recent years, Henry Reid’s notorious reputation was widely known in S City. Naturally, these women would not let him go easily. If they could hook up with him, it would be quite an accomplishment, but Henry Reid never entertained such thoughts, especially regarding married women.

"Young Master Reid, what are you talking about? We really weren’t causing trouble. It’s just that Noah Owen didn’t want to accept Claire Baker’s advice, and she doused her with juice and slapped her. We were only trying to mediate," the girl said, trying to push all the blame onto Noah Owen, as if they were all innocent.

"Noah Owen?" Noah Owen was hidden behind a few girls, so Henry Reid hadn’t initially noticed her.

"Yes! Noah Owen from the Owen Clan Group."

Henry Reid burst into laughter upon hearing that Noah Owen was in a fight, and it was one against three. He thought, that’s pretty fierce!

After laughing, he reached out his right hand, pushed aside the girl standing in front of Noah Owen, and looked her up and down in her disheveled state before speaking, "Old..."

Before he could finish, Noah Owen’s eyes were so fierce they could cut, so Henry Reid quickly swallowed the word "woman," pursing his lips in a stifled laugh.

"Ha! Who would want you with that temper? Serves you right," Claire Baker, still angry over the juice and slap incident, retorted.

Henry Reid listened to Claire Baker calling Noah Owen an old maid who couldn’t get married and rolled his eyes dismissively, finally understanding why Noah Owen had gotten into a fight.

He took a deep breath, frowned, and stared at Noah Owen, asking, "Noah Owen? Could it be a ghost?"

The moment Henry Reid finished speaking, Noah Owen’s face turned white with anger, and she raised her hand to slap him, but Henry Reid was quick and caught her hand.

He thought to himself, this woman doesn’t know what’s good for her. Though his words were harsh, at least he was helping to save her reputation. That’s a big sacrifice on his part, isn’t it?

As he held Noah Owen’s wrist, Henry Reid mischievously pulled her into his arms, giving a seductive smile, "Baby, fighting is fighting, but you really don’t need to deny my contribution out there! Otherwise, all my hard work every night feels so unappreciated."

As soon as Henry Reid finished, the women around were stunned, thinking, since when did Noah Owen, an old maid supposedly unwanted by anyone, hook up with Henry Reid? Didn’t she have a problem with men?

Noah Owen, trapped in Henry Reid’s embrace, glared at his wicked grin angrily but had no choice but to go along.

Feigning a smile, she pinched Henry Reid’s chin and warned, "Did that bitch bump into you earlier? I’ll deal with you when we get back."

"You’ve wrongly accused me; I dodged," Henry Reid responded with a tongue as sharp as Noah Owen’s.

Meanwhile, the insulted woman was red with anger, never expecting her actions to be gossiped about within the circle. She deeply regretted coming to eat with Claire Baker today.

Henry Reid glanced at the women before him, let out a couple of derisive laughs, and led Noah Owen away hand in hand.

...

Inside Henry Reid’s car, on the passenger seat, Noah Owen sat with a black face, still fuming about earlier.

"What’s the big deal? Worth starting a fight over? Don’t you have a slick enough tongue?" Henry Reid, noticing her gloominess, mockingly retorted.

Hearing his scolding, Noah Owen turned her head, puffed up, and glared at him, saying, "Don’t think just because you helped curse someone on my behalf earlier that you can lecture me."

Watching her angry demeanor, Henry Reid shook his head helplessly, sighing, "With so few people on your side, you still chose to fight—isn’t that foolish?"

He then asked, "Where to?"

"Imperial View Tower."

"Imperial View Tower?" Henry Reid’s eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Yes!" At this moment, Noah Owen, looking disheveled, didn’t want to go back and bother Charlotte Owen, so she was heading to her own apartment.

Fifteen minutes later, Henry Reid drove Noah Owen to Imperial View Tower and followed her out of the car, entering the elevator together.

In the elevator, Noah Owen stared at Henry Reid suspiciously and remarked irritably, "Why are you following me? I’m not inviting you in."

Henry Reid, witnessing her distrust, rolled his eyes and reached with his right hand to press the elevator button, but she had already pressed it earlier.

Noticing Henry Reid’s disdainful look, Noah Owen’s expression grew weirder, wondering if he expected her to offer herself due to the earlier incident.

When this thought crossed her mind, she held her breath, casting sidelong glances at Henry Reid. As his gaze shifted to her, she quickly avoided it, pretending he didn’t exist.

Henry Reid, observing her nervous expression, slowly turned his body and suddenly extended his long arm, slapping his palm against the wall beside her in the elevator, cornering her in.

Noah Owen immediately turned to face him, frowning, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Noah Owen, are you thinking about that night during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Henry Reid lowered his body, his breath almost against hers as he queried.

Staring at the man so close, Noah Owen’s heart raced inexplicably; her cheeks flushed. This was her first time being this close to a man in her sober state—it was thrilling yet nauseating.

She looked into Henry Reid’s eyes and stammered, "Henry Reid, you... you just better... not mess around, or don’t blame me for being rude."

"Why are you nervous? Why are you blushing?" Seeing her nervous reddening, Henry Reid felt delighted, recalling how Maya Spencer had once made him feel uneasy.

"Don’t be shameless; your skills aren’t even worth a penny to me," Noah Owen suddenly pushed him away.