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    She fixed Austen with a cold stare.


    “They might not be well-versed in traffic rules, but surely, you should know better. You should be the one apologizing.”


    Austen’s frustration was evident. He hated the way Madisyn looked at him, her superior gaze reminding him of how he’d lost face in front of Hank and Tatiana.


    “I didn’t hit them, so why should I apologize? And why are you sticking your nose into this? It’s none of your business.”


    “Young man, don’t you know how to speak properly?” The elderly man, realizing he was not at fault, stood taller with newfound confidence. Hearing Austen’s harsh words toward Madisyn, who hade to his aid, he angrily reached for Austen’s arm.


    Austen quickly shook him off and pushed him, sending the elderly man tumbling to the ground.


    “I’ll say whatever I like! You’re a nuisance!” Austen muttered a curse under his breath, flung the car door open, and climbed inside, not even sparing a nce at the elderly man.


    Madisyn’s anger red as she watched Austen’s rude behavior. She hadn’t expected this boy, not even twenty, to act so arrogantly.


    The child, seeing his grandfather on the ground, began to cry, reaching for him.


    Madisyn quickly stepped forward, offering her hand to help the elderly man up. Her gaze followed Austen’s retreating car, and her frown deepened.


    “Youngdy, your kindness meant everything. It’s just unfortunate we crossed paths with such an insufferable person!”


    The elderly man wrestled with his mounting frustration but found himself powerless to act. Squeezing his grandson’s tiny hand reassuringly, he managed to say, “Come now, say thank you to this kinddy.”


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    “Thank you, ma’am!”


    As Madisyn met their earnest gazes—the weathered eyes of the grandfather and the innocent ones of the child—she offered a gentle smile and assured them it was nothing. Yet Austen’s deplorable behavior from moments ago still simmered in her thoughts, refusing to be dismissed.


    Ungrateful, a bootlicker to the powerful, smearing Hank’s brother’s club, and now bullying the vulnerable! If Madisyn had encountered someone like Austen during a mission, she would’ve ensured they learned their lesson—personally.


    Madisyn’s fist clenched as she decided this couldn’t end here. Austen still owed them both an apology!


    She pulled out her phone and logged into her ount in the game.


    “Hank, still need a yer for your team? I want in.”


    Fresh from a match, Hank saw Madisyn’s message and immediately replied with delight, “We do! This is fantastic! Wee!”


    At home, after confirming their gaming ns with Madisyn, Hank exchanged excited fist bumps with his three friends.


    “Can’t believe we actually got Night Cat to join us. She’ll help us rank up tomorrow—then we can face Austen during his stream!”


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