Victor leaned in closer, catching a faint scent emanating from her.
A scent sowhat similar to Olivia’s, making him feel steady and at ease, yet with a slight difference.
It wasn’t perfu, but the girl’s unique natural fragrance.
With this thought, Victor couldn’t help but carefully scrutinize Mia Ginger in front of him.
She held her own wrist, and his fingers had moved slightly away. The place he had pinched on her cheek was already reddening, the red contrasting with her thin, delicate skin, looking very beautiful, like clouds at sunset.
Perhaps because of the pain, her elegant brows were furrowed, and her almond eyes were glistening with watery light.
Staring at him, yet making his heart itch with restlessness.
This girl...
Victor suddenly thought, "No wonder Koa Jackson cherishes her?"
Just the very essence of this girl seems to be utterly delightful and irresistible.
Touching her already leaves a red mark; if you were to embrace her forcefully, the aroused little look, wouldn’t it even reflect red in one’s eyes?
Ha, he really had drunk too much.
Even Koa Jackson’s woman he couldn’t help but entertain thoughts of.
Victor still retained a shred of rationality, just thinking of letting her go, when his left eye suddenly received a punch.
Mia Ginger had hit him so hard his face turned to the side.
The hand hurts!
She quickly retracted her fist and imdiately lifted her foot to deliver a hard kick to Victor’s kneecap, making him grunt and instead grip her tighter, exclaiming angrily, "The girl’s got quite the temper."
Mia Ginger was already nauseated by his gaze, and hearing such words only made her rage burn further.
But—
Windsor Myres had drunk too much and was asleep on the floor.
What should she do?
As she was staring blankly at Victor, a sudden voice sounded beside her, "Sister Mia."
It was a male voice, cool and pleasant like spring water, sowhat unfamiliar.
Mia Ginger turned her head, stunned.
Odin Myres?
This kid shouldn’t he be at school now?
How co he’s appearing in a place like a bar, and not alone?
She hadn’t noticed, Windsor and Victor were originally quite eye-catching individuals, adding her sudden appearance, the three of them—just their looks were enough to draw attention.
The bar wasn’t very crowded in the afternoon, and the music had stopped, no one was dancing, quite a few people were watching them.
Odin Myres walked out from the aisle followed by a few people, inadvertently glancing up naturally saw she was in trouble.
Cesar Myres and Ivy Cox were gone.
The prematurely mature Odin had been forced to grow up quickly.
His studies were conducted at ho.
Occasionally, he would follow Uncle Murphy and others to learn about various businesses under the Myres Family.
His appearance in such a place was naturally not surprising.
Now—
Odin Myres stood in front of Mia Ginger, glancing once at Victor, then gestured to a tall man following him.
The man quickly approached, pressing down on Victor’s wrist with one hand and his other arm with the other, forcing him onto the sofa.
Victor originally had good physical condition, but his chaotic schedule in recent days, occasional bouts of drinking leading to a bleeding stomach, and now drunk as usual, facing Mia Ginger, he barely managed, but against a trained bodyguard, he was utterly defenseless.
He draped an arm over the round table, furrowing his brows, squinting at Odin Myres, comnted with interest, "Isn’t this the young master of the Myres Family?"
Odin Myres pressed his thin lips together, gave a faint smile, serving as a greeting.
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