Oscar laughed flamboyantly. When a person felt particularly smug, they tended to forget themselves.

He stretched out his hand towards me, preparing to pull me into the private room. I wanted to avoid it, but Dahlia blocked my way. There was no way for me to keep away from him.

I felt appalled, not wanting to be touched by this disgusting middle-aged man.

I broke out in a cold sweat, and could not help but be disgusted. I wanted to push him away.

But before he could do anything, my arm was pulled tightly towards someone's chest.

Hendrix uttered, deep and fierce, "Leave!"

The people around were stunned for a moment. Oscar's hand, which was about to reach out and towards me, hung stiffly in the air.

He retracted his hand slightly and laughed awkwardly, "Hahaha, we've caused Mr. Roberts to wait for too long, let's take our leave!"

held me in his arms, almost half of my body attached to his. It

little painful. I raised my hand and rubbed it. Hendrix's low voice

shook my head and

seemed sinister as she looked at

why she suddenly wanted to be friends, but I knew now. Sᴇaʀch

outstanding man like Hendrix was untouchable, the kind of

still felt like she was special and attractive. She was

only a man like

and began to sing. Several middle-aged men

a few girls in to drink and sing

to sit by his side without requesting any ladies of his own. As

scandalous and despicable, and Dahlia couldn't help but start to mutter the

he found

Oscar was enjoying himself, he knew that his

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