She crouched down and drank a cup of alcohol in one go from Grayson Quinn's hand, licking the liquor that trickled down her mouth corner, her hand resting on Grayson Quinn's shoulder, "Hey handso, why don't you buy a few more drinks?"
"I'll drink!" A woman's voice suddenly rang out, as Jovana Shaw picked up the glass from the table and downed it, her throat burning fiercely. Yet she heard that woman coyly say, "What's the point of drinking with a kid?"
She looked at Jovana Shaw disdainfully, "Little girl, are you of age? Places like these aren't suitable for minors, young age is for studying, not doing this kind of thing."
"What kind of thing?" Jovana Shaw scoffed and said arrogantly, "Auntie, it's you who wants to do this kind of thing. I am here drinking with my friends, not as vile as you think. I think it's only your kind who perceives others like that."
The woman called Auntie's face went red with anger.
Grayson Quinn watched the play with a smile, signaling to the woman, who then stomped her foot and left, leaving Jovana Shaw triumphant with a hum.
Grayson Quinn poured her another drink.
This ti Jovana Shaw didn't dare hesitate and drank it down, head held high.
She drank several glasses in succession, feeling dizzy, unable to walk steadily, she swayed and stood up, "I... I'll go to the restroom first."
Grayson Quinn nodded, watching her walk away, then dialed a call, "Your wife's sister is really wild, follows without even asking my na, drank several glasses to please , she's probably gone to the toilet to puke now."
Mason Nightshade was on his way ho with Aurelia Shaw, upon hearing this, he replied indifferently, "Hmm," evidently unfazed by such matters, "Anything else?"
"Not really anything else..." Grayson Quinn heard the call end, feeling aggrieved, wasn't this task assigned to him? Why does it seem now he doesn't care about it anymore? The task turned out not to be so boring to play, but why this sense of grievance?!
The woman who was driven away earlier returned, seeing no one beside him, she snuggled up again, "Hey handso, what's fun about that little girl? Why don't we go sowhere fun tonight?"
Grayson Quinn pinched her chin and smirked coldly, "Do you think I'd be interested in soone who has likely been touched by others countless tis?"
True, he had interest in won, but never gentlemanly, nor understanding of tender love, asking a "professional killer" who kills without blinking to cherish won? That's rarer than the sun rising in the west.
The woman's face changed and she fled in disgrace.
Grayson Quinn laughed mischievously, suddenly catching sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, frowning, Junia Simpson? What's she doing here?
And noticing a few n following her, his cold eyes squinted slightly, he picked up his jacket casually and walked over.
...
Jovana Shaw staggered into the restroom, but before she could enter the won's restroom, her arm was suddenly grasped and she was dragged into the n's restroom.
"Ah!" The cold ground hurt Jovana Shaw's backside, she shook her head, seeing only a bunch of people surrounding her in her dizzy vision, hearing the rustling of belts being undone, foul-slling liquid poured onto her.
Jovana Shaw had her hair soaked, her whole body covered in urine.
"Don't..." As she opened her mouth, drops of it also went in, the stench disgusted her and made her retch on the ground, only to fall into the filth she vomited when she tried to stand up.
"Damn it, it's disgusting! This little bitch is so gross." The n couldn't take it, they fastened their belts and walked out.
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