Immediately someone supported her, a hand shamelessly groping her body, "What happened to Ms. Lawrence? The floor is slippery, be careful not to fall."
"Let go!" She had no strength in her hands, no matter how furious she was, she couldn't push away the bartender supporting her.
Skye Lawrence had never been humiliated like this before, rage reaching its peak, she slapped fiercely.
"Slap!"
The bartender, after being slapped, his face turned dark, sinisterly said, "Ms. Lawrence's face is so red, she must be feeling hot. You two are still standing there dumbfounded, help Ms. Lawrence take off her clothes!"
The two men in the bathroom exchanged glances, all blood rushing to their heads.
Not because of the 'sensual fortune' about to come.
But because they thought of the 150 million, unable to suppress their boiling blood. They quickly made a choice, approaching Skye Lawrence with lewd smiles.
