A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 127 Your Man Provokes Me

Hank looked at Darlene with some sympathy and said, “Mr. Swale, my stomach is not good, and I can’t drink much. Why don’t we use juice as a substitute? The same for Ms.

Garcia.”

Braylen seemed to have heard a joke. He was stunned for a moment and burst out

laughing.

“Listen. Listen to what you have said. You used to drink at least three bottles of wine. Why do you refuse Ms. Garcia tonight?”

Douglas immediately took the opportunity to come over with a wine glass in his hand, his expression full of malicious intent.

“Mr. Swale, don’t scare your employee. It doesn’t matter if Hank doesn’t drink. I can. Ms. Garcia is a woman, so we have to show our respect. How about I drink with Ms.

Garcia?!!

Braylen leaned back and put on a half–smile. “Whatever. Whoever wants to drink with.

Ms. Garcia will be alright. Just a few glasses of wine. Ms. Garcia won’t reject it, right?”

Darlene turned sullen, and she kept the distance between her and Douglas with some disgust. “Mr. Swale, my health condition doesn’t allow me to drink alcohol”

Braylen was still smiling, but his tone changed. “Ms. Garcia, don’t pretend to be serious. You agreed to spend a night with me. Now what? Old men aren’t your type?”

When he said this, the room fell into a brief silence.

Although they had guessed the reason why Braylen had called Darlene over, it was still a bit unexpected for him to say it so bluntly..

Moreover, it was also a rare thing for Braylen, who was famous for being a playboy on the surface but was actually abstinent on the outside, to invite a woman to spend a night with him.

Darlene pushed away the wine glass that Douglas handed over and looked at Braylen. “What did Mr. Swale just say?”

Braylen stood up with a smile. “What did I say? Ms. Garcia is not disabled. How could you not understand?”

swirled a glass of wine in his hand and walked over to Darlene. He leaned over to her and said in a low voice, “Unfortunately, I’m very picky

am suddenly not interested in you. As for the shares. of the Gallard Group, do you really

the wine glass into Darlene’s hand. “Ms. Garcia, do you understand this time?

interested in you. He called you here

one buys it. You’d better drink some. Mr. Swale doesn’t need you, but there may be someone who needs you.”

the people sitting around him laughed with him.

drink, and soon there was a

continue interfering. “You guys have fun. I still have things to do, so I’ll

a cold voice, “Mr. Swale

her. “You have no enmity with me, but your man provoked me. I

out. In

Douglas.

to take the risk of messing with Darlene. They turned to

others also found excuses

only two people left in the room. Darlene recalled that night when she was also troubled

herself down. She grabbed a bottle on the table and said, “Mr. Nixon, didn’t you learn your lesson? I

prepared last time. This time, do you think you

When Darlene raised the bottle, he

could touch his head, the bottle was snatched away by Douglas and shattered on the

chill ran down her spine as she was forcefully pulled

with big ears quickly enlarged in front of her eyes. Douglas said arrogantly as he wanted to kiss her, “Little beauty, I told you that you would be mine sooner or later.

doesn’t even want you anymore.

still

of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Darlene’s shirt from the collar. “I have money. Aren’t you going

restlessly moved downward. Darlene felt the coolness of the

weighed nearly 220 pounds, pressed against her. Darlene was so stuffy that she could not breathe. Her forehead began to sweat.

on any longer and had

She struggled to take out a knife from the pocket of her coat that fell to the

was

knife with her, and the situation really developed to

already rubbed against her neck. She gripped the knife tightly, opened the scabbard,

voice was so shaky that it was almost impossible to