Chapter 212

The man wanted to pounce on her. Heather kept on brandishing the half-broken wine bottle around, and he didn't dare to get too close.

However, she knew that she had drunk too much and couldn't maintain the stalemate for long. She was already stumbling around right now, and she didn't have much time.

Heather looked at the man vigilantly and then pulled out her phone to call the cops.

She looked at the man carefully and said with a frantic voice, "I'm calling from Treasure Island Cafe. My friend Siena Lawson and I are together. She drank too much and we're being harassed. Please send someone…'

The man suddenly gave Heather a kick.

"Ah!" Heather let out a painful scream as she fell on the floor, and her phone fell out of her hand.

…

Meanwhile, at the art exhibition, Tyrone was holding his mobile with his hand, his eyes terrifyingly cold as he turned around and headed to the art exhibition's entrance.

Janine, who was socializing with the guests, was slightly surprised when she saw