Chapter 882
Chapter 882:
As Austin and John departed, Yelena’s lively evening with friends carried on.
Their plan to drink heartily fell short as their tolerance proved low; a few light cocktails had them all feeling giddy.
Bernice, usually more reserved, joined the revelry and became equally drunk.
Now, Yelena faced the challenge of managing four drunken friends alone.
Yelena struggled to keep them in check. Lyla had already succumbed to sleep, her head resting on the table. The rest were far less peaceful. Erica stood on the table, swaying to the rhythm of her song, leaving Yelena anxious that she might lose her balance and fall.
Bernice stood next to Erica, her awkward dance resembling a marionette with tangled strings, every movement stiff and jerky. Tessa, overwhelmed by emotions, tearfully confessed her longing for her late father.
Yelena knew she could easily contact Tessa’s mother, but with her father long deceased, she was at a loss.
Without hesitation, Yelena called Brody, who promptly agreed to come and assist.
As Yelena ended the call, a small wave of relief washed over her. However, the moment she glanced around, her expression shifted noticeably.
Suddenly, Bernice was missing. Just moments before, she had been dancing.
Yelena called out Bernice’s name repeatedly but received no reply. She enlisted the bartender’s help to search the restrooms and private areas of the bar, yet Bernice was nowhere to be found.
It was as if Bernice had vanished into thin air!
“Yelena, are you suggesting your cousin has disappeared p>
“Yes, please call a few more people to help out,” Yelena said firmly.
Bernice was nowhere in sight, and a wave of panic rushed over Yelena. Her anxiety grew, sharp and restless, like a cat pacing on a hot roof, as she desperately searched the area for any sign of Bernice.
The bar was packed with people, and the loud noise only made Yelena’s tension grow stronger.
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Yelena made her way through the crowd, calling out for Bernice, but all she received in return were indifferent stares, lost in the loud music. Suddenly, she caught sight of a familiar silhouette in a distant corner. Could that be Bernice?
Bernice was with an unfamiliar man who was casually resting his hand on her shoulder, while she appeared confused and quiet. A wave of fear washed over Yelena, quickly turning into rage. She rushed over, grabbed the man’s hand, and forcefully removed it. “What are you thinking?” Yelena asked, her gaze sharp and enraged. “You’re aware she’s a minor, right p>
The man, surprised by Yelena’s sudden force, quickly regained his composure and flashed a playful grin. “Hey, take it easy, gorgeous. We were just talking p>
Even though his face was flushed from the alcohol, he appeared to be more aware than Bernice.
He found Bernice attractive, but his attention now shifted entirely to Yelena, clearly captivated by her.
“Just talking?” Yelena shot back, her voice filled with mockery. “Then why was your hand on my cousin p>
He laughed, pulling his hand away from Bernice and extending it toward Yelena. “Perhaps I could place it on you instead. What do you think p>
Yelena’s face grew even more stern as she quickly grasped his hand.
The man enjoyed the feel of Yelena’s gentle hold and, feeling pleased, assumed she was secretly charmed by him despite her apparent cold look.
He attempted to lead Yelena toward a private room close by.