NovelEnglishChapter 234 The bartender quickly stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation. "Gentlemen, here at the MT Bar, we don't tolerate forcing anyone to drink. Please, return to your seats-" But before he could finish his sentence, the bald guy swung a heavy slap across his face.
The bartender stumbled back, hitting the floor with a thud.
The bald man leered at Nancy, a sleazy grin on his face. "Hey, gorgeous, we're just asking you to have a drink with us. We're not gonna do anything bad." He reached out, trying to touch her cheek.
Ramona instinctively moved to shield Nancy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Nancy was quicker. She grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it against the bald guy's head. Crash- The bald man winced in pain, instinctively reaching up to touch the blood trickling down his face. His eyes filled with rage.
"You little witch, you think you can get away with this? Strip her down, let's see how she likes being taught a lesson." The group of men lunged at Nancy.
Nancy's eyes were alight with determination as she dodged, but there were simply too many hands grabbing at her. Her clothes got torn in the struggle.
"Lena," Ramona called out urgently, her fingers brushing against the concealed weapon at her waist, her eyes steely with resolve.
Nancy's skin becexposed, attracting lewd stares from the men.
The bald man swallowed hard. "Keep ripping, don't stop!" Nancy's expression darkened. She was about to grab another beer bottle to fight back, and Ramona was ready to pull out her weapon.
Then a voice cut through the chaos.
"Who gave you the right to lay a finger on my people?" The voice was low and commanding, devoid of warmth. Everyone froze and turned to see a tall, handsman in a sleek black suit striding towards them. Nancy frowned slightly, confused. Who was this guy? Before she could process her thoughts, Ramona's voice cout cold and hostile. "Malcolm, since when am I your property?" "Sweetheart, is this really the tfor that conversation?" Malcolm replied with a hint of exasperation, his gaze flicking between Ramona and Nancy.
His eyes finally settled on the bald man. "You've got snerve, messing with my people. Are you tired of living?" The men paled, especially the bald guy, who stammered, "Mr.
Buchanan, we didn't know they were with you. We were just being greedy. We'll leave right now." With that, they turned to flee.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNancy and Ramona both tensed, Ramona swiftly drawing her handgun.
"Did I say you could leave?" Malcolm said just as Ramona was about to pull the trigger.
The men who had reached the door suddenly started backing into the room again. In walked a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and khaki pants, his face smiling but his eyes cold and calculating.
"Did I give you permission to go?"
"Mr. Ferguson..." The bald man and his cronies were clearly terrified not expecting Michael Ferguson to show up. Malcolm pursed his lips. Why was Michael here instead of Judson?
Unlike Malcolm, who was puzzled, Ramona visibly relaxed OM Ferguson, she acknowledged. Michael's gaze shifted to Ramona's voice, but his eyes caught on Nancy's torn clothing. His expression darkened as he turned to
the bald man. "I wouldn't even dream of tearing Lena's na's clothes. And you же dared?"
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