Chapter 899: Chapter 899: He’s Just a Bad Egg Chapter 899: Chapter 899: He’s Just a Bad Egg Zaiden Santos didn’t know where his anger ca from, he took a quick step forward and forcefully flipped the tablecloth!
He grabbed Ann Nolan’s wrist tightly and dragged her out.
“Who are you, what are you doing…” Ann Nolan, too drunk to move, desperately clung to the sofa as she tried to retreat backward.
Her cheeks were flush with drunkenness, and she saw double when she looked at people.
“Ann Nolan, take a good look at who I am!” Zaiden Santos grabbed her neck.
“Who are you, I don’t know you, I don’t know you. I haven’t finished listening to my story… I’m going to call for help! Help! There’s, there’s, there’s a hooligan…” Her voice trailed off, filled with grievance.
Zaiden Santos had never seen Ann Nolan drunk like this before and was so angry he almost cursed out loud.
He suppressed his rage, his eyes burning with fury.
“Take a good look!” Zaiden Santos said coldly, and opened a bottle of mineral water to pour it over Ann Nolan’s face.
Stimulated by the cold water, Ann Nolan shook her head and flicked the water droplets from her face.
She looked at Zaiden Santos with wide eyes.
She was silent for a very long ti.
“Do you see clearly? Ann Nolan, who am I?” Zaiden Santos lifted her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him.
Ann Nolan, with water droplets on her face and her hair disheveled, had a look in her eyes that was dark and lonely.
She looked left and right, then spoke in a daze, “You… you look a bit like that big star…”
Zaiden Santos was not amused and poured another faceful of mineral water on her!
“Look carefully! Ann Nolan, who the hell am I!”
Startled, Ann Nolan’s eyes widened as she stared at Zaiden Santos.
And so she stared at him.
After a long ti, she suddenly broke into sobs, feeling very wronged, “Why do you look so much like that bastard… That bastard used to look just like this… just like this…”
Zaiden Santos: “…”
“That bastard’s last na is Santos, what’s your last na…” Ann Nolan asked, looking up at him.
Her wet hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, and the look in her confused eyes was dull, devoid of luster.
“Why do you have to copy him, you shouldn’t learn from him… even your haircut is the sa as his… Really…” Ann Nolan squinted, tiptoed, and rubbed his face, “He has a very bad character, the worst, you shouldn’t learn from him…”
Zaiden Santos’s face turned extrely dark, and he wished he could tear Ann Nolan apart.
The light shone on his angry face, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot.
Suddenly, Ann Nolan slapped his face playfully and pinched it, then laughed—
“Your skin is better than his, and you’re better looking than he is… But don’t turn out like him, he’s a bad egg, a bad egg…”
“Ann Nolan, is that enough?” Zaiden Santos’s eyes were blazing red, exploding with anger.
“Why are you yelling at ? I didn’t do anything wrong, why yell at , do you know girls are fragile, you can’t shout and scream, you can’t…”
“Stop making a fool of myself,” Zaiden Santos said with a stern face, grabbed her hand, and dragged her out.
“Let go, let go, Jasmine, Jasmine…”
Jasmine Yale was chatting happily with a young man, her cheeks propped up in admiration and infatuation as she gazed at him.
Ann Nolan refused to leave, clung to the sofa, showing great strength.
Zaiden Santos pried her fingers open one by one and with a heave, scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the bar.
It was raining outside, and Zaiden Santos didn’t have an umbrella.
Ann Nolan punched and kicked against him, and one of her high heels fell off.
“I don’t know you, you can’t take away, I’m going to call the police Uncle…” Ann Nolan slurred.
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