Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1016 - 1012: Fighting with a Drunkard
"Little thing... if she doesn’t have time, you can drink with me..."
"Who the hell are you? Let go of me!" Sophie Foster impatiently shook off the man’s hand. He staggered back a bit but swung his fat hand back, slapping it on Sophie’s shoulder. The drunken man, not knowing his own strength, hit Sophie so hard she frowned and gasped, but before she could react, his alcohol-reeking face was already darting towards hers.
"I... I’m telling you... I’ve got money. As long as... ugh, you make me happy... you can name your price..."
"Get lost, get your filthy hands off..." Sophie frowned and strained to pry the man’s hand off her shoulder. Ever since she started seeing Nicholas Croft, she’d only been around classy and decent men. Now, having this piggish man near her made her feel nauseated.
"Little bitch, don’t act like you’re too good for this crap! You sluts selling yourselves aren’t cleaner than me!" The man cursed as he leaned closer, getting too near to Sophie, who instinctively dodged while pushing him away with both hands.
"Get lost, stay away from me..."
"Little whore, so you think you can refuse me, huh?" Rejected by Sophie, the drunken man grew frenzied, grabbing her wrist with one hand and raising the other to slap her.
"Smack!" Out of the blue, Sophie received a slap to her face, her cheek swelling under the blow of his bear-like paw. Stunned for a couple of seconds, Sophie snapped out of it, grabbing her half-empty beer bottle and smashing it over his head without hesitation.
With a shatter, the man clutched the spot, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Taking advantage of his daze, Sophie hopped off the bar stool trying to escape. But she had only taken a step when pain shot through her scalp as the man yanked her back by her braid.
He swung his hand into another slap, "Bitch, you dare hit me? You’re asking for death..."
"Ah..." Sophie screamed in shock, but she didn’t back down. She grabbed the man’s wrist and bit into it. This time, the man’s scream echoed as Sophie locked her jaws onto his wrist and refused to let go.
The two started fighting, attracting a crowd. Whether it was the twisted world or the lack of humanity nowadays, the spectators just gathered around to watch the show without anyone stepping in to break it up.
"Sir, please take care of this outside, don’t disrupt our business," a server stepped forward to intervene, only to be kicked by the man, "Get lost! I’m settling this right here!"
After bellowing, the man lifted his other arm again, nearly hitting Sophie before the server held him back, "Sophie, run!"
Though Sophie hadn’t sung here for a while, she did have some connections with them in the past.
Sophie knew full well she couldn’t beat a drunk alone. She immediately released the drunk’s wrist, intending to flee. But just as she turned, he grabbed her braid again. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"Damn it, you think you can hit me and just leave? No way!" he said, shoving the server aside and landing another slap on Sophie’s face.
Angered, the man had considerable strength, and Sophie cried out as she crashed into the bar, her head spinning, her face burning. Her blurry vision caught sight of two beer bottles continuously overlapping on the bar, and Sophie grabbed one. She forcefully smashed it on the bar, and when the drunk lunged at her again, she thrust it towards his abdomen.
"Ah..."
