Chapter 264
Chapter 264:
With the game in motion, she was ready to reel in her “catch” for the night.
Monica played it cool, acting as if she didn’t notice anything, but her subtle, alluring gestures spoke volumes. The energy in the bar was electric, everyone lost in the rhythm of good conversation and laughter.
With mostly familiar faces in the crowd, the atmosphere was liberating, a space where everyone let their guards down.
After a while, Monica casually glanced at her watch. Perfect timing. Rising from her seat, she leaned over to Amanda.
“I’ll be right back,” she said with a small smile, heading toward the restroom to freshen up.
The lively crowd had taken its toll—her makeup needed a quick fix after hours in the bustling, smoky bar.
As she stepped out of the restroom and rounded the corner, she collided head-on with someone. The impact startled her.
“Oh! I’m so sorry p>
Before she could even finish, a sharp retort cut her off. “Are you blind? Can’t you see where you’re going?” The acrid scent of alcohol hit Monica like a wave, and she instinctively took a step back, her expression hardening. She held up a hand, her tone calm but firm. “Look, I didn’t mean to p>
Monica bit back the rest of her words mid-sentence. Arguing with a drunk wasn’t worth the energy, and she had no intention of escalating the scene.
She had pressing matters to attend to and no time for pointless confrontations.
Yet, as her soft-spoken response hung in the air, the drunkard’s expression shifted.
His bloodshot eyes widened, zeroing in on her face. For a moment, he seemed stunned, his drunken rant tapering off as he took in her delicate features.
A sly, unsettling grin spread across his face. “Well, aren’t you a little beauty?” he slurred, his tone dripping with sleaze. “Fate must’ve brought us together. How about a drink with me? Keep me company, and I’ll make it worth your while. Luxury, sweetheart. Anything you want p>
Monica’s stomach churned as his lecherous gaze lingered. She kept her composure, quickly pulling out her phone. Her fingers moved instinctively, dialing a familiar number.
She then met the man’s gaze, her voice steady but tinged with urgency. “Sir, you’re mistaken. I’m not here to entertain you p>
Then, discreetly glancing at her phone, she raised her voice, playing her part flawlessly. “Sir, please don’t do this!” Her tone was laced with just the right amount of fear to make her words carry weight through the call.
The drunkard, too inebriated to sense the trap, stepped closer. “Aw, don’t be like that, little cupcake,” he said, his voice oozing with false charm. “Let me hold you, kiss you. Stick with me, and I’ll show you the finer things in life p>
Monica’s resolve hardened. She locked eyes with him, her voice cold and firm. “Sir, this is Amber Bar, not some shady back alley. If you don’t back off, I’ll call security.” Then, speaking into the phone, her tone shifted, soft and desperate. “Austin, I’m in trouble. Help me p>
Her voice was so convincingly distressed it could have drawn sympathy from even the hardest heart.
On the other end of the line, Austin froze. He happened to be near Amber Bar, and Monica’s words struck like a thunderclap. Frowning deeply, he asked, “Monica, what’s going on p>
The chaotic noise of the bar muffled her reply, leaving him with nothing but the urgency of her earlier plea. He didn’t need to hear more. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t good.
The Barton and Mitchell families had a longstanding connection, and Austin couldn’t ignore Monica’s call for help.
Austin turned to his driver, his tone sharp and commanding. “Step on it. Amber Bar. Now p>