Bradley sized him up, detecting a touch of animosity in Lances demeanor. Squinting slightly, he probed, Boyfriend?
He recalled hearing that Bettie was single.
Bettie instinctively hid behind Bradley, gripping his sweater tightly.
Peeking out, she blurted, Hes no boyfriend of mine! Hes a bad person who wants to grab me and sell me off, like to the ravines or something!
Lance addressed Bettie. Bettie, enough. I get youre upset with me but you cant just throw around accusations like that
Bradley stared at Lance with suspicion, retorting, Youve said enough.
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Im not handing her over. Get out quickly, or Ill get security involved.
Given his polished look, Bradley doubted Lance was involved in any illicit activity. More likely, he was a disgruntled suitor resorting to dubious methods in his chase after Bettie.
A hint of fierceness gleamed in his eyes behind the glasses. Lance looked intently into Bradleys eyes and asked with intensity, Who are you? Who gave you the right to choose if she should stay or go? Just so you know, I wont leave her in the company of an unfamiliar face Like yours.
Could this guy be trying to take advantage of Bettie?
Tugging at Bradleys shirt, Bettie clarified, Bradley isnt a stranger to me. Hes my friend!
Bradley shot Lance a smug look, remarking, Did you hear that?
Lance retorted, sizing up Bradley. Shes clearly drunk. She couldnt even find our room, Let alone identify her friends.
The two exchanged tense glares, the air thick with tension.
Neither seemed ready to back down.
At that moment, guests were still in the private room. Bradley didnt want to be away for too long, so he turned to Bettie and inquired, Who did you come with?
Sabrina. And wheres she? Why didnt she stay with me? Bettie questioned, her innocent eyes wide with curiosity.
I know where to find Sabrina. Want me to lead the way? Lance looked at Bettie.
Suspicious, Bradley quickly countered, Which rooms she in? ILL escort her there myself
He feared this stranger might attempt to whisk a drunken Bettie away.
With a nonchalant glance, Lance said, Room 0307.
Turning his head, Bradley gazed at Bettie behind him. How about I guide you to Sabrina?