Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 130

Despite our desperate struggles to defend ourselves, we were simply not strong enough against the men who frequented the bar.

My left wrist was scratched and bleeding. Queenie was forcibly fed a bottle of strong liquor

and had passed out in her seat.

Julia was surrounded by several men, dodging and weaving among them. Her coat was splashed with alcohol, and her hair, once neat, was now disheveled.

“Don’t touch her!”

The man who forced Queenie to drink laughed menacingly as he reached for her collar. Without hesitation, I grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it on him.

The ashtray was made of thick, transparent glass. I swung it with all my strength. With a cry of pain, the man’s head immediately turned red.

The lights were too dim for me to see how big the wound was. But the man sat on the couch,

clutching his head and groaning.

I made up my mind to use the ashtray to strike anyone who dared to touch us.

have the opportunity to strike

was forcefully pushed open from the outside. Several figures

immediately.

the bar, causing those near the door to instinctively shrink

onlookers even turned to

not the cold wind but the chilling

strode over to me with narrowed eyes. He scooped me into his arms and carefully

bleeding, and the ashtray in my right

red as well.

onto the couch and lifted my wrist to inspect it. His anger surged suddenly. A murderous gleam flickered in his eyes as

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being so aggressive. He was exuding a cold and intimidating

rushed to Queenie’s side. He lifted her to check on her. After seeing that she hadn’t suffered any

up a bottle and smashed it on the man beside him. His massive fists hammered down

only capable of bullying women. When they faced people like Colin, they were completely helpless and became merely targets for

favor, and the men were

commotion and hurried out

mediator.