Chapter 147 Buzz Cut

Around 10.00 PM, the bar was jam–packed.

Isabelle and Jimi occupied a booth, and there were already seven or eight empty bottles on the table.

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“Hey, there. You seem like you can handle your drinks. Want to join me for a drink? If I’m happy, I’ll foot the bill tonight.” a thin guy with a buzz cut came over, drink in hand.

He was trailed by seven or eight pals.

Isabelle and Jim paid him no mind, carrying on their chat and toasting, as though he didn’t exist.

Feeling snubbed, Buzz Cut felt awkward as his smile faded. He plonked himself down next to Isabelle. “Hey, pretty girl. Why are you ignoring me?” he asked, attempting to put his arm around Isabelle. “I’m not a creep. Just trying to make friends.”

But just as he reached out towards Isabelle’s shoulder, his wrist was grabbed by someone else.

He glanced over and met Jim’s smiley face.

“Buddy, keep your hands to yourself,” Jim said.

“I’m talking to her. Why are you butting in? Beat it it you know what’s good for you,” Buzz Cut shap irritated by Jim’s interference. He looked Jim up and down and found his suit jarring.

“I paid for this spot, and you’re telling me to scram?” Jim said while applying pressure to the guy’s wrist, lifting his arm over Isabelle’s head.

pain, trying to pull away.

appeared delicate, to be so

the guy’s wrist was

sore wrist,

he got

beside Jim, putting his

a living?” he

guys these days

dress

sales?” he inquired.

You look sharp.

grinned. “Just your average

his buddies joining in with

plastered on his face, but there was a

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Buzz

Is that even legal?”

faintly, quietly sipping his

out? Weren’t you all tough just now?” Buzz Cut taunted, feeling sing when

more.

a beatdown and then have this pretty girl have drinks with

won’t be charged.”

again,

huh?” Buzz Cut’s tone turned sinister. “Now you’re scared? Too late. You picked the wrong person

around

clicked her tongue. “It’s getting a bit rowdy. Should I step in, or are you

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