Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Salvatore approached Claw, their faces etched with worry as he kept explaining things that belonged to the past. "Claw, please, you have to leave," Mr. Hawthorne urged, his voice low and serious as he glared at Claw who just sat relaxed on the chair in the dining. "This is an engagement dinner for my son, Jayden, and Diamond, Salvatore's daughter. Your...reputation could ruin the evening and this isn't the best time for you to come here. Whatever you want to share with me, you can do that later." Mr Hawthorne urged as his eyes accessed Claw's cold and domineering ones. Claw, a rough-looking individual with a mischievous glint in his eye, smirked. "Oh, come on, Hawthorne. I'm not that bad. I promise I won't cause any trouble. I just want to talk and maybe eat." He stated as he smirked and locked the gaze between him and Hawthorne. Mr. Salvatore, his eyes pleading, added, "Please, Claw, listen to us. This is a night for celebration, not...not whatever it is
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