"Miss, would you do me the honor of having a drink?" The man's body was fat and thick, and when he laughed, his flesh shook.
Donna glanced at him, his face was full of flesh and his eyes leered at her, causing her to frown with disgust, especially the gold necklace around his neck, which gleamed brightly under the dim lights of the nightclub.
The gold necklace was as thick as a pinky finger, a typical nouveau riche!
"Miss, do me the honor, won't you?" The man moved closer, and Donna instantly smelled a sweaty odor, very unpleasant, making her nauseous.
She remained calm, just raised her eyebrows as she stared at the vibrant red wine glass in front of her.
"What's the matter? Worried I spiked the drink?!" Noticing her gaze on the glass, the man laughed loudly, "Don't worry, I, Oly, am not that kind of person, just purely want to have a drink and make a friend…"
He retracted the glass, raised it and continued, "If the miss doesn't trust me, I'll drink first as a gesture!"
