However, James pulled her back up. "This doesn't concern you, Thea," he said simply. "I was the one that hit her. She can come at me if she wants. I won't let this affect the Callahans."

"Come at you? Alright." Belinda's temper flared at his words. She took her phone out and called the manager of The Gourmand. "Mr. Thomas? It's Belinda Frasier, Gold member of The Gourmand. Someone hit me right outside your restaurant. I need some of your security guards. Now."

Belinda glared at James as she hung up. "You're dead meat. I'm not letting you off, even if you knelt down and begged me to. I'm breaking both your legs today, or my name isn't Belinda Frasier!"

Gladys rushed forward to try to appease her.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Frasier. This is all my good-for-nothing son-in-law's fault! I'll apologize for him, so please forgive us! Just pretend we farted!"

Gladys was terrified.

Getting a portion of the family's shares was a once-in-a-lifetime feat. She definitely wanted to avoid angerin