The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 503

“Not today.

Drink with her some other time.

”

Gifford raised his glass calmly.

“Just pretend I’m not here.

”

“I said, I need to speak with her in private.

Don’t you speak English?”

Zoe asked through gritted teeth.

Although she was clearly seething with rage, Gifford still refused to leave.

Seeing that she couldn’t win, Zoe simply grabbed my arm and started to drag me away, saying to Gifford angrily, “Debra and I are leaving.

”

Before Gifford could react, Zoe dragged me over to the bartender, slapped some bills on the counter, grabbed the bottle of wine, and dragged me out of the bar

“Will you just wait a minute? I want to ask Debra a question.

” Gifford rushed out of the bar and stopped in front of me and Zoe, blocking our way.

“Spit it out!” Zoe snapped impatiently.

Taking a deep breath, he plucked up the courage to ask point-blank,

“Debra, was that girl at your apartment really your daughter?”

“That girl?”

I was about to reply to Gifford’s question when Zoe interrupted me coldly.

“Seriously? That’s what you wanted to ask her? Can’t you see that she doesn’t want to talk to you at all?”

However, Gifford refused to give up.

“I just want an answer.

It’s really important to me.

”

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I sighed.

“Gifford, I have no reason to lie about this.

That girl is indeed my daughter.

”

Gifford chose his next words carefully.

“If I told you that I didn’t mind, would I still have a chance to ask you out?”

“She already answered your question, so leave us alone!” Zoe butted in again.

“Can you just let me talk with Debra?” Gifford was also about to lose his temper.

They glared at each other and bickered nonstop.

Just then, a wolf hiding in the corner suddenly rushed to us.

His expression was fierce and his claws were bared.

I quickly realized that he was the one drunkard who had gotten away.

The wolf was very fast.

In the blink of an eye, it was only a few meters away from me.

Before I could react, Gifford stepped in front of me without hesitation.

His right hand turned into a wolf’s paw, which he then used to slap the drunkard away.

The drunkard was thrown against the wall with a sickening thud.

Coughing, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Still, he refused to back down and was going to attack again, but Gifford stomped on the wolf’s spine.