Edward Benson gestured for William Guillen to look towards the dance floor, "What’s happening over there?"
"Who knows." William Guillen dismissed it nonchalantly.
Thomas Shannon kindly reminded, "It seems to be Fluffy Zane..."
"What?" William Guillen asked instinctively, just about to turn his head to look, but stopped himself.
Seeing his two friends holding back their laughter, he snorted, picked up his wine glass, and downed it in one go, "I have sothing to do, I’ll head out first."
Just as he stood up, William Guillen saw the commotion on the dance floor.
Fluffy Zane was darting around amidst the crowd, seemingly chasing a man, the man running with sweat all over his head, caught by her sleeve, abruptly shook off his arm.
The disparity in strength between n and won was evident, Fluffy Zane was thrown on the ground by the man’s arm.
The man took the opportunity to run outside.
William Guillen’s gaze darkened, turned around, and ran towards the man’s direction.
"What are you doing, move aside!"
The escaping man saw William Guillen blocking his way, thought he was trying to play hero, growled, and then clenched his fist ready to strike.
William Guillen deflected the incoming attack with one hand, fiercely kicked his lower abdon.
The man’s body was knocked to the ground, clutching his lower abdon in pain, his body curled up into a ball.
Lying on the ground, mouth wide open.
The man in black caught up afterwards, William Guillen unbuttoned two shirt buttons, his cold gaze swept over the man’s face on the ground, "Keep an eye on him, don’t let him escape."
Leaving those words behind, he strode to the dance floor.
Fluffy Zane had already been helped up by friends, she looked at her elbow in pain.
When she was thrown to the ground just now, she hit her elbow.
Because of this commotion, the music had stopped.
Everyone was watching, whispering amongst themselves, the bar manager ca to Thomas Shannon, bowed and apologized, "Sorry President, it’s our security asures that weren’t well done, which caused Miss Zane to get hurt."
Thomas Shannon didn’t care about Fluffy Zane’s well-being at all, he waved his hand, "Take that sentence to Lan Singh."
The manager followed orders, quickly ran to William Guillen’s side, repeating what was said just now.
William Guillen glared at him coldly, "If apologies worked, what do we need police for?"
Then, he looked at Fluffy Zane, his brow furrowed tightly, "Are you okay?"
Fluffy Zane bit her lower lip and shook her head, "I’m fine."
"Did you hurt your hand?" William Guillen extended his hand, and grasped hers, "Let see."
"It’s really nothing, don’t..."
Fluffy Zane couldn’t refuse him at all, because he wasn’t asking for her opinion, but was looking anyway.
Her elbow showed signs of swelling and redness, he pressed down with his hand, "Does it hurt?"
"Yes!"
"How about here?"
"No pain."
William Guillen nodded, relieved, "Didn’t hurt the bone, just a soft tissue contusion, it will be fine in a few days."
As soon as his voice dropped, he looked at her coldly, "What happened just now, pulling and tugging at a man on the dance floor?"
"Who was pulling and tugging at him, he harassed first!"
Fluffy Zane was furious, clearly she was the victim, yet in his words, it beca her being indiscreet, pulling and tugging at a man.
Harassnt?
William Guillen turned his head, looked at the man lying on the ground, curled up, "Where did he harass you?"
"...He touched ."
"Touched where?!" William Guillen’s tone intensified, his gaze grew dark.
Fluffy Zane cautiously looked at him, is he angry?
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