Chapter 30 Into Nineteen-Year Old College Boys? Chapter 30 Into Nineteen-Year-Old College Boys? Violet had pointed randomly, picking the lanky guy who stood out next to the chiseled escort. Rose hadn't expected her friend to go for soft boys. Alright, you-and you-stay." The white tee'd college boy sat beside Violet, cheeks pink. "Miss, let me pour you a drink." tis clear, youthful voice brimmed with college-kid energy. iolet studied his clean-cut face, drifting back to her high school days. Back then, Gavin wore white shirts, fresh and crisp, stealing screams from girls just by standing there. he never screamed, but her heart agreed-he was hot. a college, he got into fitness, bulking up, but his words grew sparse. Miss? Miss?" The boy's innocent face, lips bitten shyly, called her back. iolet snapped out of it, smiling. "How old are you?" ust turned nineteen." ineteen. At nineteen, she was still chasing Gavin. he boy, timid, spoke up. "Miss, want another bottle?" Cheapest one's fine. I haven't hit my target yet." iolet was about to say "sure" when a veined hand grabbed the boy's collar, yanking him out of the booth. chilling figure loomed over Violet, who'd just chugged a drink and let out a hiccup. "Violet, I told you to go easy on the booze, and you didn't listen to a word." iolet jolted, looking up at the man, her eyes wide. "You... Mr. Braxton?" ose, hand still on a model's abs, froze at Violet's "Mr. Braxton." low, icy voice growled in her ear. "Rose, where do you think you're touching?" looks could kill, Rose would've been skewered by the man's frozen stare. Larry, grinding his teeth, glared at her. "Wayne, I'm taking your niece home!" de hoisted Rose over his shoulder and stormed out, radiating cold fury. Wayne, one hand in his pocket, glanced at Violet's lips. "You? Walk on your own, or I carry you?" Violet was freaked. 'I... I'll walk on my own!" First time picking a male escort, and she got caught by his ex's uncle? What kind of luck was this? That nineteen-year-old boy wailed, watching his paychecks vanish. "Miss..." Violet, head down, followed Wayne to the parking lot. He stopped abruptly, and she crashed into his solid back. 14:53 Left Me Hanging at the City Hall? I Married Your Uncle 24.29 Chapter 30 Into Nineteen Year Old College Boys? "Ow..." That hurt! Violet rubbed her forehead, shooting him a sneaky glare. Wayne smirked. "Hurts? Good. Maybe it'll teach you not to wander into places like this." Violet bristled. "I'm an adult. A bar's no big deal, right?" "Hm?" Wayne's voice rose, magnetic. "Say that again." No real menace, but Violet's back prickled with sweat. She forced a laugh. "Nothing, Mr. Braxton. My bad." "Get in." Wayne slid into the back seat, Violet following. 'Pete, step out for a sec." The driver Pete obeyed, leaving them alone. Violet, you're into nineteen-year-old college boys?" Her lips parted. "...No, just curious." 'Curious about what?" His sharp face leaned closer. "You're getting married in five days." Violet rolled her eyes inwardly. "I already broke it off." Wayne leaned back, casual. "Oh? But Dad's still debating whether to wear a suit or a tux for the wedding." Violet's brow furrowed. They still hadn't told Byron? That was just reckless. fer face tightened. "I've said my piece, I'm not showing up to that wedding." Wayne's deep eyes flickered with something unreadable, his voice low. "Really not going?" Nope. If I actually go, I'm a total chicken-so there." Wayne's lips curved into a faint smile. "Got it. I'll handle the rest." Mr. Braxton feels too formal, just call me Wayne." Violet hesitated. Got it, Wayne..." She suddenly found that calling him by his name wasn't half as hard as she'd thought Wayne's eyes lit up, a warm current running through him "Good girl." 14:53 Left Me Hanging at the City Hall? I Married Your Uncle 24.4% Chapter 30 Into Nineteen Year Old College Boys? Violet tossed and turned that night, staring at Sylas's text, eyes narrowing. What was he thinking? Did he really expect her to show up and get left at the altar? The next morning, she took a day off and went straight to Miller Tech. No issues getting in. Sylas, seeing her, stayed calm. "Saw my message yesterday?" "You and Gavin should try on the dress today, then get the license." Violet looked at him like he was a fool. "Dad, I've said it a million times. We're done. No wedding." Sylas sipped his tea, unruffled. "And I've said I don't agree." "Violet, if you go through with the wedding, I'll give you another 5% of the shares. With Grandma's 5%, that's 10%. Happy now?" Violet didn't care about Miller Tech's shares. Even 100% wouldn't make her marry Gavin. "Dad, four days left. You'd better figure this out. Cancel now, or you'll be the one embarrassed-not just me." She left without looking back. Sylas's eyes iced over. For his stubborn daughter, he was done playing nice. "Sylas, what's up?" Sienna answered from the salon. "The wedding's in two days. Get Violet there, I don't care how. She has to show up!" Sienna paused, then smiled. "Got it." Her stepdaughter had pissed Sylas off again. If being nice didn't work, time to play hardball. (4) 14:53 (0)