Chapter 511

She turned him down politely. Guys with money, she knew, liked to save face- they wouldn't push if you brushed them off with manners.

But she'd miscalculated.

The man took a slow sip of whiskey, then sneered. "Go on, keep pretending. Saw you the second you walked in. You're alone."

"My boyfriend's on his way," Sylvia replied, calm as ever.

"Yeah? I'd love to see when he shows up." The guy wasn't buying it. He was a regular at this kind of game.

Sensing things were off, Sylvia reached into her purse and hit Lester's number. He couldn't have gone far.

But there was no reply.

The man noticed her anxiety, smirked, and nodded toward a booth in the back. "My buddies are over there. Come join us for a drink?"

Like I said, my boyfriend's almost here," Sylvia

can come on your own, or I'll take you myself. I'm a VIP here, nobody's

With that, he lunged.

bag and cracked him

regret

exit, but Sylvia didn't stop to think. She

right

out, but the guy

up,

men. sitting inside the bartender hovering nearby

VIP jerk was

quickly, Sylvia plastered on a smile and slid into the booth, leaning in close to the man at the edge. "Mr. Zarat, long

caught when she

for someone else apologize later, count on him not caring. But the man in front

others. One of them she knew: Chris. He pinched the bridge of his nose, giving her a look that

lips, his eyes narrowing with cold amusement. "Mr. Zarat, huh? Who's

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