The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 413 A Pair Of Sisters

The man must have had too much to drink, as he casually draped his arm over Michelle’s shoulder.

As he spoke, the strong scent of alcohol wafted through the air. “Are you new here?”

Michelie, who was just a young woman who had come of age, instantly turned pale. She abruptly pulled the hand off her shoulder, her words a bit of a jumbled mess in her panic. “Please show some respect!”

Seeing the situation, Lysander quickly pulled her sister behind her for protection.

The man licked his teeth, his interest piqued as he looked at Lysander. He sized her up from head to toe. “This one works too, or… both of you together?”

Michelle was both frustrated and anxious. She tugged at Lysander, ready to leave. “Let’s go, sis. Ignore him,” she said.

“Oh, so you guys are a pair of sisters after all.”

The man seemed intrigued, quickening his pace to catch up. He stretched out his hand, blocking their path. “Are you two really sisters, though? You two don’t look alike at all,” he remarked.

Michelle scoffed. “What’s it to you if one of us takes after our dad and the other our mom?”

“Sure, of course. I was just asking. Why are you upset? You clearly look young… Is this your first time?”

Seeing the man’s gaze gradually becoming lecherous, his words taking a turn for the worse, Lysander subtly furrowed her brows. She took Michelle’s hand, preparing to leave from the other side.

But the man was relentless and pursued her again. “Why are you running? Let’s negotiate the price.”

No sooner had the words been spoken than another person emerged from the main entrance. He seemed. to be friends with the drunkard. With a jovial tone, he asked, “Horace, what are you up to now?”

The man known as Horace spread his hands nonchalantly and said in a roguish manner, “We’re discussing the price. They’re real sisters.”

“Really? I haven’t heard about it. Let me check them out.”

Originally, Lysander thought that she could just quickly drag Michelle out of there, avoiding any further trouble with the drunkard.

But now, another one had arrived, cornering them from both sides. She and Michelle were under siege, and escape was starting to seem less and less likely.

Moreover, the one who arrived later was clearly more sober than Horace. It was clear he hadn’t drunk much.

A drunkard and a sober adult man were simply not on the same level when it came to physical strength.

She could manage a drunkard, but she genuinely couldn’t resist a physically strong, mature man.

at her

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pulled out her phone, ready to make a

a step forward, swiftly snatching her phone from her

“The police, Lysander said.

Skywatch, and you want to call the

call the police. We’re customers, here for the karaoke. If we encounter danger, it’s only natural to alert

“Customers? Both of you?”

“Yes.”

Horace scoffed. “Right.”

“Give me back

It’s getting dark. Quit beating around the bush. I’m losing my patience, and I’ve got

was about to

called out into the

concluded their affair, as they were currently heading

probably more than twenty people, and

also present. Apart from Zane, generally,

had someone by his side–the same lady with red

onto his arm. Upon hearing the heart- wrenching cries of Michelle, they

to have spotted her savior, and she waved her

are you

Josiah, Michelle exclaimed,

go around claiming him ast your brother–in–law? That man is Mr. Josiah Guerra

defiantly. “He’s my brother–in–law. You can ask him if you

you really think Mr. Guerra would let his wife be exploited? Do you take

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pat on the shoulder, “Who knows? Remember that incident from before? Mr. Guerra’s wife made a fool out

it that way, it’s not entirely. impossible. But… why did he send

their reputation,” he said, “Of course, when it comes

so you’re saying, she… she was really with Josiah? Now that does pique my interest. To have won Josiah’s heart, and then to have her

they were speaking, Zane came

“What’s going on?”

suspect these two had a bit too much to drink. They must have mistaken us for the ladies at the karaoke lounge. No worries. I’ve found my

wary look at

immediately sobered up significantly and respectfully greeted, “Mr.

She’s a decent girl, not someone to

repeatedly.