"Don't you recognize me?" Naomi was flabbergasted. She slammed the glass down on the table. "You know Sheila, yet you have no idea who I am."The upper crust in Hopeldon wasn't that big. Naomi, who was from one of the big three families in Hopeldon, was in no way inferior to Sheila. Yet, these people claimed to not know her. This was absurd. Naomi said coldly, "Which family are you from? Why have I not seen you before?" She became vigilant. Only now did she realize these were all unfamiliar faces. Feeling anxious, she swallowed hard as she discovered this fact. "Bitch, what are you blabbering about?" Another guy with puffy eyes sneered disdainfully when he heard Naomi. "Who do you think you are? Are we obliged to know you at all?" After having too much to drink, he rolled up his sleeves. A scar on his wrist was revealed. Naomi belatedly noticed that something was off about these people. They seemed particularly vicious. However, how did Sheila come to get to know them?
Who had this power to silence all those servers, to the point that they couldn't utter a word of Naomi's whereabouts? Was she alright?From the brief phone call, she seemed to be temporarily safe. However, Hannah couldn't help but feel paranoid about the multiple exclamation marks Naomi had sent in her messages. It seemed like these people were unwilling to speak the truth. She lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly. Once again, she stopped another server. "May I know which room Naomi Winchester is in?" Hannah's captivating features made her seem particularly distant and aloof when she was expressionless. It made her look intimidating. The server who was stopped by her stared at her blankly. After a while, she finally regained her senses and stammered, "I—I have no idea … I've never seen Ms. Naomi before."Erica was tall, but she seemed particularly frail. Her wrist which was currently in Hannah's grip was thin and fragile. It seemed like she hadn't been able to fill
Hannah retracted her hand. She then stuffed the unconscious guy behind a large decorative vase that sat next to the elevator.Once the elevator doors slid open, she strode into the elevator and scanned the pass on the card scanner. Then, she hit the button which showed the number 18.Meanwhile, things were escalating in the private room."Stay where you are!"It appeared that the ferocious men were bent on having Naomi drink the alcohol in front of her. No matter how brave she was, Naomi couldn't help but panic.She yelled, "It's just a drink, right? Fine, I'll do it! Chill!"Obviously, Tyler was the leader of the group. He tilted his head slightly to look at Naomi upon hearing her response with a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh? You're willing to drink now, hmm?""Of course! Why won't I be willing to do that?"Naomi forced herself to put on a brave face while doing all she could to not tremble in fear. She puffed out her chest in order to seem calm. "If I'm not here to drink,
Naomi dared not touch the cigarettes offered. What if those people were really that bold to bring those illegal things?If the cigarettes did contain narcotics, then both Naomi and Sheila would plunge into the abyss forever once they got a whiff of the cigarettes.Naomi had no idea if one cigarette was able to get her hooked on narcotics. All she knew was that it was best to never get involved with those things.Some things weren't meant to be touched no matter what."Oh? Turns out you're not that stupid after all, Ms. Naomi!" Tyler chuckled coldly.A cold and brutal glint soon streaked across his eyes. He stated coldly, "You're still smoking from this cigarette no matter what! You there, light the cigarette for Ms. Naomi!"Then, Tyler commanded harshly with a wave, "Make sure to provide Ms. Garner with the same service!"The other men chuckled sinisterly. They lit the cigarettes before approaching Naomi and Sheila eagerly.Naomi had never known that the smell of tobacco was th
The sight of Naomi's tear-streaked face caused Hannah's temper to flare. She finally realized why the server had told her about spotting two young ladies in the private room.It turned out that Sheila was there too.Judging from Tyler's ferocious expression, it was clear that he was a criminal who had blood on his hands. This observation made Hannah's gaze grow cold, though her lips curled into a small smirk. "My younger sister has yet to come home at such a late hour. As her older sister, it's only natural for me to check things out for myself."She ignored the multitude of sinister gazes cast in her direction from everyone else as she strode into the private room casually.The lighting in the private room was quite dim. It shaped a jarring contrast to the corridor, which was illuminated brightly. Even though Hannah was just wearing a set of silk pajamas with a trench coat draped on her shoulders, she looked like a queen who had donned her battle cape.She strolled into the dar
Smack!Smack!As the song concluded, complete silence fell over the private room. The transition in the background music allowed the sounds to resonate loudly.Naomi covered her mouth, her gaze fixed on Hannah. It was infused with admiration.For some reason, she found Hannah remarkably impressive at that moment!"Who dared strike me?" Sheila was drunk and somewhat disoriented but not entirely unaware of what was going on.After getting slapped twice, she started sobering up. She stood up abruptly and looked around, her eyes wide open with a hint of anger in them.Hannah offered no response. She seized the water pitcher from the table and lifted its lid.She then poured it directly onto Sheila's face without any mercy."Ugh! Have you lost your mind!?"The cold water and ice cubes flowed out relentlessly.Sheila shivered. She jumped up suddenly, most of her drunkenness fading away. She shouted, "Who do you think you are, Ms. Emerson?"She stared in disbelief as she met Hann
Warm, thick blood flowed down from his head."You fucking bitch!" The man's expression twisted into a grimace. He covered his head and rushed forward while holding a bottle. "Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson properly!" he yelled.Hannah remained silent. She reached out and grabbed his wrist.Her gaze was calm. Her movements were composed and elegant.A knee pressed against his stomach. She twisted his arm and slammed him onto the groundThen, she snatched the bottle from his hand and ruthlessly smashed it over his head!More sounds of shattering glass echoed throughout the room. The man with the swollen eye struggled like a dying fish.He rolled his eyes back before passing out.Tyler stood up abruptly, with anger flashing in his eyes. He spoke coldly, "Mrs. Winchester, what's the meaning of this?""There's no particular meaning. I find him annoying, so I hit him," Hannah replied casually.Hannah calmly grabbed a tissue and wiped off the splashed alcohol from her hand
Hannah smirked. She left a parting remark as she casually unbuttoned her trench coat and tossed it to the ground. Luckily, her sleepwear was loose-fitting, allowing unrestricted movement.Without hesitation, she dashed forward and delivered a forceful uppercut to Tyler.His bewildered expression froze as he bit his tongue. A trickle of blood stained his lips."Fuck! You asked for this!" he muttered under his breath, covering his mouth. His face was ablaze with anger. "Get her! Don't stop until they learn to behave!"The aggressive crowd wasted no time. They surged forward like a dark, oppressive wave."Stand aside and stay safe," Hannah instructed Sheila and Naomi with a sidelong glance before she boldly advanced.Her movements were swift and impactful, each punch carrying a satisfying force. It was as if she transformed violence into a form of art.Naomi, initially concerned, couldn't contain her excitement as she watched. She clasped her hands together with her eyes gleami