The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 869 Scar

"Peggy Li, right?" Scar stared at Peggy without emotion.

"Yes." Peggy looked down as she answered, not daring to hold the man's gaze. She searched her brain, but couldn't think of any reason why a group of fierce-looking men where looking for her. "Sorry but, what are you doing here?"

"The person that we are looking for is you," Scar said with his eyes still on Peggy. With that, he didn't say another word but pushed Peggy aside and entered the house.

"What's going on here?" Doris looked to Allen for an answer. "Allen, tell me, what exactly is happening here? Is it because of you? Did you go out and gamble again? Do you owe people money and these people are looking for you?"

"No, no. I quit gambling a long time ago," Allen denied shaking his head. "You said that you didn't like me gambling. I did as you said. I haven't dared step inside the casino since. I have been with you. How would I even get a chance to gamble if I'm with you?"

"Then what is happening now?" Doris asked as she pointed her finger at the tall and strong men that forced their way in. "Tell me, why did all these people come here then?"

"I..." Allen stammered, fumbling for words. But he didn't know how to explain the situation. "I really have no idea. I don't know these people. I don't know why they are here."

Allen became angry and offended. This was his property. It was his home. How dare these people just barge into his house without his consent? He stepped in front of Scar and challenged him, "Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing here? Do you think this is a place where you can come and go at your own will? Get your ass out of here or else I will kick you all out. Don't you see that we are eating. You have ruined my family's meal, you asshole!"

"You little shit, shut the fuck up!" A rough looking guy standing next to Scar cursed him, as he shoved Allen back. He looked so ruthless as if he wouldn't hesitate to kill Allen right on the spot.

"Allen, shut up!" Peggy yelled at Allen. She could see that this group of people were not to be reckoned with. All of them were covered in fierce tattoos and looked intimidating. They weren't just anyone from the street. You could tell that they were used to harassing people.

If Allen continued this kind of attitude toward them, they would surely lose their patience and became violent. The best thing to do was to cooperate with them.

"I see, you were about to eat." Scar mocked and commented on the meal after glancing at the table, "The food looks good."

"Thank you." Peggy glimpsed at Scar and said in a soft tone, "Could you please tell us why you are here? When you tell us what you want then we can solve this, right?"

"There's no rush." Scar turned his eyes to Allen and pointed to him. "You! Bring me some cutlery!"

"Who the hell do you think you are!" yelled Allen at Scar. He was about to curse some more but his mother cut him off.

"Allen, didn't you hear what he said? Go bring the cutlery! Why are you still standing there? Go! Quickly!" she said hastily.

Allen was brave enough to stand up to Scar, but not his mom. With much reluctance, he brought a bowl and a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen. Doris, Allen, and Peggy could do nothing but watch as Scar wolfed down everything that was on the table. There was enough food there to feed a family of three. He ate as if he hadn't eaten for days. After he finished devouring all the dishes, he put down the chopsticks and wiped his mouth using the back of his hand and burped out loud, satisfied with the meal.

"Who on earth are you guys? Why have you come to our house?" Doris asked annoyed with a frown.

Her burning questions were left unanswered. Scar replied with only a glare and a sneer, without saying anything.

She frowned even more and the strong irritation compelled her to threaten Scar, "If you don't answer me, I will call the police."

Doris wasn't actually planning to call the police. She was just bluffing to try and scare Scar, but Scar was totally unfazed by this. "Alright, go ahead," Scar encouraged her, as if it wasn't his problem. Doris didn't dare. She was afraid that these people would take their revenge on them if she really did call the police. 'They may vent their anger on us if I do so, ' Doris thought as she put the phone down that she was holding.

Worried about the safety of her dear grandson, she scolded Allen, "Why are you still standing there. Don't you see that Doris is scared. That will hurt the baby! Move! Take Doris to the room and help her calm down."

"Yeah, yeah, go inside the room now," Scar added. He was looking at them with a cynical face. "But remember to be quick. Come out straight after she is settled. We have no patience left for you." "What... what exactly is going on here?" Peggy asked timidly. "You have enjoyed the meal. So please tell me why you have come for us? We came to Y City not so long ago. We are new here and have not offended anyone. We haven't done anything to displease you, right?"

"No rush," Scar simply replied. He wouldn't tell her his intention without Allen. After Allen came out of the room, Scar just sat casually on the sofa and picked his teeth with a toothpick.

Noticing that Peggy and Allen were just standing aside, he mockingly invited, "Come and sit down. This is your house. Do you need me to host you two?"

"No need," replied Peggy. "I just want to know what exactly has happened? Did we offend you in any way?"

"No offence actually, I believe," he said pausing for a moment while he took something out of his pocket with a smile. "You should be familiar with this?"

It was a nicely folded note. As Peggy and Allen had a closer look at the note, they were astonished to see that it was actually the IOU note that she wrote to Sheryl. She couldn't believe what she saw. How could this piece of paper end up in the hands of this group of men?

"Mom, what is happening here? Why is the note with him?" Struck by anxiety, he looked to his mother for a rational explanation in order to calm himself down.

Peggy was in total chaos as well. She couldn't figure it out, either. Bothered by her own anxiety plus her son's, she replied in agitation, "Well, you ask me? Who should I ask then? How am I supposed to know?"

"But you asked me to sign on this," Allen added. His face darkened immediately, as he was scared by what they might do to make him pay the sum that he was definitely unable to pay back. Thinking of the stories on TV about those who would do everything to chase after people for money, he almost wanted to cry. "You told me that there was absolutely no problem with that. Look at the situation now. Is that what you called, no problem?"

"Are you two done with your bickering?" Scar interrupted the two impatiently. "If you two are settled, can you now listen to me?" Peggy and Allen didn't respond, but stared at each other confused.

"What's going on? Why do you have this note?" Peggy hurried to ask, as she was so curious to know more details.

"Note? That is 500, 000!" Scar began laughing, as if he were really holding 500, 000. "Tell me. When do you plan to pay me back?" "What? What do you mean by that?" Peggy pretended that she didn't understand, hoping to escape from the fate of paying the money.

"Hey Aunt, I have come for the money," Scar answered her question in annoyance. "Before I get really impatient, give me the money back. Otherwise, I will have to use violence. Don't blame me for resorting to that."

"I really have no idea of what you are talking about," Peggy continued. "I did borrow some money, but it was Sheryl who lent us the money and it was to Sheryl I wrote the note for. I don't get why the note is in your hands. If I need to pay, I will pay Sheryl, not you. Why are you asking me for money?"

Peggy sneered and then continued, "Though we are humble, that doesn't mean we can be easily fooled and bullied. We have not done anything wrong or against the law. If you continue to stay in this property without the permission of the owner and even make your absurd request, I will have no choice but to call the police now."