As night fell, Claire Green lounged lazily in the corner of the bar, a cigarette held between her slender fingers, surrounded by a haze.
The dim lighting cast shadows on her face, obscuring her expression, adding a touch of mystery.
"Miss, your drink." The waiter respectfully placed the glass down.
Before leaving, he glanced at Claire out of the corner of his eye, unable to help but click his tongue.
Since her arrival, this young lady had captured everyone's attention, even sitting in the corner, people couldn't help but sneak glances her way.
The cigarette burned to the end, Claire picked up her drink and downed it in one go.
"George Goodman, you still have the face to approach me."
A familiar female voice sounded, piquing Claire's interest. She changed to a comfortable position and looked at the people confronting each other not far away.
"Isabella Xyler, you were the one who sent those photos, weren't you?" George Goodman's face was too lean, with dark circles under his eyes, he spoke coldly.
Thinking of those photos, Isabella's expression became unnatural.
"So what if I did? If you dared to be a scumbag, you shouldn't be afraid of people knowing." Isabella boldly admitted.
Daring to cheat on my sister, it's already good enough that his third leg isn't chopped off.
No one wants to be called a scumbag, and George Goodman was no exception.
His face darkened, radiating coldness, "Isabella Xyler, you're asking for it."
As the words fell, four or five guys approached with sleazy smiles.
"Mr. Goodman, how far should we go?" a red-haired guy asked.
George sat aside, speaking harshly, "Do whatever you like, just don't kill her."
At this moment, Isabella's face changed, cold sweat appeared on her forehead as she watched those men warily.
"George Goodman, what are you trying to do? Are you not afraid of bringing trouble to the House of Goodman if you touch me?"
George scoffed, "Let's talk after I've done it, why aren't you acting yet."
The first sentence was addressed to Isabella, the latter was directed at those men.
"George Goodman, you lunatic."
Receiving the command, several guys moved towards Isabella.
Having seen enough of the play, Claire Green stood up, patted the dust off her pants, and stepped forward to pull Isabella away.
Suddenly, a girl appeared, the guys glanced maliciously.
"Yo, where did this young lady come from? Want to play with us?"
George Goodman was also attracted by this face, a flicker of desire passing through his eyes.
"Sure," Claire said, picking up a wine bottle and swinging it towards the guy's head.
"Bang—"
A dull sound echoed, and blood instantly flowed down the guy's face.
Claire licked her lips, smirking fiercely, "How about it, fun?"
The bar suddenly fell silent, everyone was dumbfounded by the turn of events.
The guy touched his face, saw the blood on his hand, then immediately pulled out a knife from his pocket and rushed forward viciously.
"Watch out, young lady." Isabella cried out in shock as she saw the knife rushing towards Claire.
Claire swiftly sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, squeezed hard, and the knife fell with a sound, then she kicked him fiercely in the abdomen.
Both harsh and swift.
The man hadn't reacted yet, already lying on the ground, the pain from his lower abdomen drenched him in cold sweat.
"Grab her!" The guy said through clenched teeth.
Seeing this, the remaining few charged forward.
Claire grabbed one, flipped him over her shoulder, sensing movement from the left, she sidestepped.
She grabbed his collar with one hand, pulled forward, and punched his face.
....
Julian Sia and his companions had just entered, seeing Claire Green single-handedly crushing the group.
Mason Quinn turned his head, teasingly said, "Mr. Julian, your sister is quite fierce."
Upon hearing, Julian chuckled softly, "Indeed."
George Xyler said nothing, frowning as he watched this familiar person, wondering why she was here too.
Having dealt with the last man, Claire Green's cold gaze fell on George Goodman.
George now felt as if a beast had locked onto him, his legs started trembling uncontrollably.
"Scram."
Suddenly, including George Goodman, several people ran off swiftly.
The scene was particularly quiet.
No one expected those guys to be handled by a girl.
Some were ready to call the police, but it proved unnecessary.
"Thank you for saving me," Isabella said sincerely, looking at her.
Claire Green: "No need, I just purely found them annoying."
Just turning around, she bumped into a sturdy chest.
Looking up, she saw Julian Sia with a half-smile, sensing something ominous.
Sure enough.
Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, spoke with playful interest, "Little one, how come you're throwing yourself at brother's embrace."
Deliberately drawing out his words, teasing Claire Green to the itch.
Claire took a step back, chuckling lightly, "Accident."
Julian responded with an indistinct sound, gazing at her meaningfully.
Being the observer, Isabella watched them with bright eyes, almost waving flags and cheering.
"Isabella, explain why you're here," George Xyler's tone was indifferent.
Isabella understood him well, knowing this was a precursor to anger, inwardly thought, bad.
"I originally intended to await you guys here, but George Goodman found out somehow and came blocking me," Isabella pouted, spoke angrily.
Recalling the previous scene, nothing was unclear.
George Xyler first glared at her, then seriously thanked Claire, "Thank you tonight, otherwise who knows what might have happened to this lass, you can come to me for anything in the future."
"George, saying that, where does it leave Mr. Julian," Mason Quinn was always unserious, teasing with a chuckle.
Instantly, George Xyler was stunned, took a glance beside him.
Julian Sia's expression was indifferent, showing nothing.
"Hmm, I'm leaving first," Claire Green showed impatience in her brows.
"I'll take you," Julian Sia naturally offered without thinking.
The two walked ahead, Mason Quinn stroked his chin in the back, "Do you think Mr. Julian is serious this time?"
"If you're so curious, ask Mr. Julian yourself," George Xyler rolled his eyes at him.
Thinking of that scene, Mason Quinn shivered, no, no, he dared not.
...
Claire Green saw the car ahead, whistling.
Julian Sia flicked her head, "Kid, mind your manners."
Claire kept silent, perhaps this guy was a bit too immersed.
"Where to," Julian lazily draped his hands on the steering wheel, glanced sideways.
"The hotel from last time," she replied, then began to rest with her eyes closed,
The car started, silent all the way, the atmosphere felt stifling.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped steadily at the hotel entrance, yet there was no reaction beside.
Julian Sia turned his head, a sleeping beauty scene appeared before him.
Seeing how deeply she slept, Julian got out and opened the passenger's door, leaned down.
"Brother, in such a hurry?" Feeling the unfamiliar scent, Claire opened her eyes to see the enlarged face close by.
Warm breath sprayed, Julian's gaze landed on her, carrying an invasive intent.
He graced a noble carefree smile, leaned closer, "What do you think."