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?”

He leaned

Ms. Garcia agreed so easily, I am suddenly not interested in you. As for the shares. of

the wine glass into Darlene’s

interested in you. He called you here to have

better drink some. Mr. Swale doesn’t need

spoke, he laughed, and the people sitting around him

forced Darlene to drink, and soon there was a

guys have fun. I still have things to do, so I’ll leave first. I’ll pay the bill.”

said in a cold voice, “Mr. Swale can be considered a person. with

enmity with me,

out. In the room, the others were not fools like

Douglas.

wife, the others didn’t dare to take the

also found excuses to leave.

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

bottle on the table and said, “Mr. Nixon,

his red eyes. “I wasn’t prepared last time. This time, do you think you

the bottle, he forcefully snatched the bottle from

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

her spine as she was forcefully pulled over.

of her eyes. Douglas said arrogantly as he wanted to kiss her, “Little beauty, I told you that you would be

want you

still

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

felt the coolness of the cash touching her skin, and her stomach suddenly

220 pounds, pressed against her. Darlene was so stuffy that she could not breathe. Her

hold on any longer and had

to wake herself up. She struggled to take out a knife from the pocket

had no choice but to make a deal with Braylen, but it was not like she did not foresee any bad situations when she

and the situation really developed to this point.

gripped the knife tightly, opened the scabbard, and

was so shaky that it was almost impossible to hear