My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Shirley could surely outdrink anyone. I lost count of how much brandy she had drunk. She drunkenly slumped over the table, but she was still muttering that she wanted more.

I had just helped her out of the bar when we ran into trouble. Jarold City wasn't a dangerous place, but it did not mean that it was all safe.

It was two drunk men. As they saw Shirley and me stumbling out, they started saying vulgar things to us. "Hey, look at these half-drunken ladies. Don't you feel lonely drinking alone here? Shall we drink together? Let us relieve your loneliness. I promise you will be satisfied. Come with us, won't you?"

They lunged towards us with their grubby hands outreached.

"Get your filthy hands off them!" A woman spoke sternly from behind us.

I was startled. I turned around and realized that it was Chloe. Her expression was as cold as ice. Her makeup was so heavy that it looked eery. She was also wearing a wig that did not suit her.

men sneered when they saw her. "Hey, ugly, don't poke your nose into other people's businesses. F*ck off before I do you any

coldly, "I'd like to see you

and scolded, "F*ck! It's just a few ugly women anyways. Forget it, let's go. There's no point wasting my time to talk to

figures disappear into the dark and turned back to look at Chloe. It was only at that moment that I noticed that she was

merely replied coldly, "No need. It's better not to come here often, it

ask her

smile on her face. I was astounded. I took a glance at the business card that someone had casually thrown on the ground. There

picture. It was Chloe. I was dumbfounded. Gazing

eyes. Then, she said frankly, "Who isn't desperate for money? Now, it's

her and reproached, "You know that's not what I

stack of business cards and said stubbornly, "It doesn't matter. Just leave.