Ariel Morris quickly stepped back, her eyes filled with disgust as she glanced at him, coldly avoiding him.
A group of people gradually surrounded Ariel Morris, and she retreated step by step.
Malicious eyes scanned her from head to toe, and the air was filled with their overwhelming stench of alcohol, causing panic, fear, and unease to surge in Ariel Morris’s heart.
She slipped her fingers into her pocket, quickly pulled out her phone, and pressed down.
Ariel Morris didn’t know whether the call went through, but with a loud snap, it was knocked to the ground by them, the screen shattered, and then one of them arrogantly kicked the phone away, quickly approaching her.
Ariel Morris clenched her fingers tightly, glancing around to size up the number of people. About a dozen of them looked like college students, probably friends or classmates who had gotten drunk at a gathering, their faces flushed and eyes unfocused.
The guy who first reached out to touch Ariel Morris’s face drunkenly spoke, "Girl, let tell you, I’ve got money, I’m handso, why not make friends? Why act so aloof! Is there anything money can’t solve these days?" He finished, pointing at Ariel Morris and arrogantly telling his rowdy group, "Guys, don’t you think it’s her luck that I’ve taken a liking to her?"
The group of guys imdiately burst into uproarious laughter, "It is!"
One of them persuaded Ariel Morris again, "Girl, Brother Campbell is in a good mood today, maybe you’ll be driving a BMW tomorrow! Do you know who our Brother Campbell is?"
The others looked down their noses with an air of superiority, "Yeah, do you know who our Brother Campbell is? If he’s taken a liking to you, that’s your fortune. Cars, houses—if our Brother Campbell is pleased, it’s all yours! Designer clothes, designer bags, buy, buy, buy!"
"Dare to refuse our Brother Campbell? Are you blind?"
"Girl, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and cling to Brother Campbell’s leg!"
....
Amid their coaxing, Ariel Morris guessed that their Brother Campbell must be a wealthy second-generation kid, the leader of this group, and the one who wanted to harass her.
Being harassed by a guy who might be two years younger than her, Ariel Morris was furious to the extre.
The most intolerable are these brain-dead second-generation kids who think they can do whatever they want because they have money! Without giving them a setback, they would think their life is so brilliant!
Just because they have good parents, they look down on others with their noses in the air; it’s really disgusting!
As Brother Campbell approached her with a malicious smile, Ariel Morris furrowed her brow and raised her hand, slapping hard.
"Smack!"
The slap landed squarely on Brother Campbell’s face, the sound crisp and loud.
The group of guys was stunned for a few seconds by Ariel Morris’s action. The first to co back to his senses was Brother Campbell, the one who had been slapped, who roared angrily at Ariel Morris, "Damn you! You ungrateful bitch!"
He had been pampered and flattered by everyone since he was young, everywhere he went people bowed and scraped; when had he ever been slapped? Damn it, if he didn’t settle this score, he wouldn’t be worthy of the na Campbell!
Ariel Morris coldly taunted, "Since your parents failed to teach you manners, I’ll teach you a lesson for them!"
Brother Campbell, holding his slapped face, glared furiously at Ariel Morris and commanded the guys behind him, "Are you idiots? Catch her, if I don’t deal with her tonight, my na isn’t Campbell!"
"Got it, Brother Campbell!"
Returning to their senses, the group of guys imdiately surrounded Ariel Morris.
Ariel Morris nervously pressed her lips together, knowing she had nowhere left to retreat, she could only fight with all her might!
The mont the thought crossed her mind, she imdiately took the initiative to strike, lifting her high-heeled foot and fiercely kicking the lower abdon of one of the guys.
This move was a self-defense skill taught to her by Arlo Seys eight years ago!
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