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.

don't poke your nose into other people's businesses. F*ck off before

their insults and responded coldly, "I'd like to see you try. Let's see who's

few ugly women anyways. Forget it, let's go. There's no point wasting my time to talk to a few

I noticed that she was holding a business card in her hand. What was she doing? Without thinking much of it, I thanked her sincerely, "Thank

coldly, "No need. It's better not to come

to ask her why

business cards to the men going in and out of the bar, with a flattering smile on her face. I was astounded. I took a glance at the business card that someone had casually thrown on the ground. There was a photo of a seductive woman

the picture. It was Chloe. I was dumbfounded. Gazing at her, I tried to calm myself down

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

reproached, "You know that's not

business cards and said stubbornly, "It doesn't