Chapter: 32
“People like you are detestable. Why do you insist on putting on an act when you don’t have what it takes?”
“I don’t care about what you think of me.” Tired of bickering with them, Dustin stood up and left.
Just then, a man with curly hair appeared at the hall entrance. He had on a pair of sunglasses and was smoking a cigar.
“Damn, what a lively atmosphere!” Edward grinned as he looked around. As soon as his eyes landed on Dahlia, he was momentarily dazed. Then the look in his eyes quickly turned fiery.
“Tsk, tsk. I wasn’t expecting today to be my lucky day. I’ve met another stunning woman!” Edward licked his lips and approached Dahlia right away. He smiled and said, “Hey, beautiful. You look familiar. Have we met before?”
Dahlia threw him a glance and ignored him.
“Our meeting must be fated. Why don’t you come and get a drink with me?” Edward invited.
“I’m not interested,” Dahlia rejected without hesitation.
“Money can buy your interest,” Edward stroked his chin and uttered slyly.
“Let me get straight to the point then. If you sleep with me for one night, I’ll pay you any amount you like.”
“Get lost,” Dahlia growled.
“Oh, dear. How feisty. I like it!” Edward laughed gleefully. While speaking, he reached out his hand to touch her.
A loud slap sounded when Dahlia struck his face with her palm. Clear, red fingerprints were imprinted on his cheek within seconds.
“You… you dare to slap me?” Edward touched his burning cheek, his gaze darkening.
“What are you going to do about it? What an uneducated prick,” Dahlia said impassively.
“Bitch! You’re asking for trouble!” Edward’s blood boiled and he lifted his hand to hit Dahlia, but he was suddenly shoved away by Chris.
“Fucker, you dare to act out at this kind of occasion? Are you asking for a beating?” Chris glared at Edward. How dare that bastard flirt with his woman in front of his face?
“You rascal, you’d better stay out of this or face the consequences!” Edward bellowed.
“Ha! Are you threatening me? Bring it on. Show me what you got!” Chris provocatively waved his hand.
“Go to hell!” Without another word, Edward threw a punch at Chris. The latter swiftly dodged his fist and countered his attack, landing a blow on his face. Edward staggered backward with blood tricking down his nose.
“You want to fight? Too bad you picked the wrong person!” Chris scoffed.
“Mr. Nolan, you’re awesome! This thug deserves to be beaten up!” Lyra praised loudly.
“Yeah! Good one!” The guests at the scene followed suit and applauded, which stroke Chris’ ego. At last, his time to shine had arrived. It felt incredible!
“Bastard, do you know who I am? You dare to hit me?” Edward seethed through gritted teeth. If looks could kill, Chris would have been six feet under.
“I couldn’t care less about who you are. Get out of here if you want to live!” Chris barked fiercely.