His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 222

Quentin was determined to make things difficult for the manager. "Oh? Is that so? Then, why didn't he avoid my sister when she was drunkenly pressed up against him? From the looks of it, he was thoroughly enjoying himself."

"No, he was just steadying her after seeing how drunk she was. Mr. Taylor, this is all just a misunderstanding."

Naomi didn't want the situation to escalate. She supported the manager, saying, "I almost tripped because I drank too much. Don't make a big deal out of it, Quentin!"

Quentin's incensed expression showed that he didn't believe them in the slightest. "I'm making a big deal out of this?"

She massaged her temples. "Fine, I'll leave with you. Stop making mountains out of molehills like some drama king."

He thought he might burst a vein from the anger coursing through his veins. His entire face had turned a ruddy red. "Fine! I'm the drama king! I'm the one causing a scene and making mountains out of molehills! Naomi Carlson, you're a real piece of work!"

Quentin tossed Naomi's hand aside after he was done speaking and stomped away. Naomi smiled apologetically at the manager. "I'm so sorry. My brother is just unreasonable like that sometimes. Let me pay the bill."

A man who was wearing a vest showed her a QR code. "Your total bill for tonight is 6,500 dollars."

Naomi scanned the QR code and paid 7,000 dollars instead. "The extra 500 is for the medical bill of the host who got hit by my brother."

manager smiled at her.

tolerance. She wasn't drunk at all earlier. She just pretended to be

she had no idea that Quentin would burst onto the scene out

and wanted to find a hole to bury herself in. Naomi looked at Tessa, whose face

"Babe, it's time to

shimmering tear tracks were running down her rosy cheeks. "Stephen... you damned bastard..." Tessa

Stephen, who was nearby, could hear her crying noises

than his brain for a moment. He had gotten up and taken a few steps forward, but he quickly halted his footsteps

be hasty," Stephen

his direction. Their gazes met for a brief moment,

back to the booth

okay, Tessa.

much of a drinker and she didn't like places like these. She had only joined them tonight

really upset. You should

and call a cab to

to drive Tessa back herself because she had drunk a glass