Atlas, who stood by my side, exuded a cold rejection, and his eyes, like swords coated with frost, sharply scanned the young girl. With a sinister tone, he said, "Get lost!"

The girl was shocked. She stepped back, and the corner of her mouth twitched as she stared at Atlas fearfully.

But to preserve her dignity, she gulped and murmured, "I’m just making a few friends. What's the big deal? So you’re handsome... so what?"

Then, she gave me a disgruntled gaze as if I was the cause of all this; otherwise, she would have had a chance.

"You..."

She turned to face me, about to say something, but Atlas’s commanding voice cut her off again. "I repeat, get lost!"

The other girl behind her quickly reached out to pull her away and whispered, "Let's go!"

The girl looked at us with some reluctance. At that moment, Arnold arrived and honked the horn.

Atlas took my hand and walked decisively toward the car. He opened the door for me, ensured I got in, then got in from the other side. This gent