Love At The Wrong Table

“What a stunning voice!” exclaimed Emmanuel. I have to admit, Xylie’s a

better performer than most celebrities. Not only is she captivating, but she’s

skilled, too. It’s a shame that this world runs on capital. Just because Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

someone looks good and possesses great skills doesn’t mean they’ll

succeed.

Out of nowhere, the door was violently kicked open.

A drunk man barged into the hall with almost two handfuls of burly,

intimidating subordinates.

The music stopped, and the atmosphere turned tense.

The drunk man pointed at Elizabeth and growled, “How dare you kick me,

b*tch! Let’s see where you can run next!”

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Elizabeth.

Her face was promptly drained of color.

Earlier, when she returned from the restroom, she encountered the drunk

man.

The man kept flirting with her in the corridor and attempted to grab her boob.

In a panic, she kicked his crotch and fled back to the hall.

She thought the drunk man would back off as many people were in the

venue. The last thing she expected was the man barging into the banquet

with his buddies.

think they’re from Wolf Warrior Society!” Someone in the crowd recognized

the intruders.

People began whispering with each other about that group of fierce men.

Fear and panic crept into the students‘ hearts because Wolf Warrior Society

was the largest underground organization in the city.

Emmanuel frowned slightly. The term Wolf Warrior held a special meaning for

him.

Back in Northern Region, he was the leader of Wolf Warrior. If not for his

mistake on the battlefield three years ago, he would still be in the same

position.

However, Wolf Warrior no longer had nothing to do with him.

“Fellas, please don’t cause a scene in my banquet.” Jonathan didn’t hear the

discussions of the crowd and thought it was an opportunity for him to show

off.

He was still furious about being humiliated by Emmanuel, so he planned to

restore his dignity by defending Elizabeth.

It was to show everyone and Beatrix that he was the cool guy and Emmanuel

wasn’t.

“Don’t cause a scene? I can kill all you brats right now! Don’t believe me?”

Without delay, the drunk man tossed a bottle of wine at Jonathan.

The hair–wax guy protected his leader out of loyalty, sparing Jonathan from

the attack.

Clang!

The bottle was smashed into pieces as it landed on the ground. Jonathan

was immediately frightened and slipped away, ignoring his loyal lackey.

The terrified students tried to escape, but the exits were blocked by the

brawny men.

“Do you want to know who I am? I’m Christopher Thompson!” the drunk man

howled, scaring Jonathan further.

At that moment, Jonathan wished he could hide in a corner. He’s the second

in command of Wolf Warrior Society!

“What’s the matter? Not acting arrogant anymore, are you?” After kicking

Jonathan away, Christopher trudged toward Elizabeth.

Christopher’s men even smashed everything in the venue without restraint.

With no other choice, Jonathan secretly sent a message to the hotel

manager.

“Weren’t you quite feisty earlier, gorgeous?” Christopher grabbed Elizabeth’s

slender waist and grinned wretchedly. “You have some nerve to kick me in

the balls. Tonight, I’m taking you back with me!”

Elizabeth struggled as tears welled in her eyes.

Wolf Warrior Society was so notorious that even her father might not be able

to save her, so she was at a loss for what to do.

Reflexively, she turned to Beatrix because the latter had the most prestigious

background compared to everyone else. Maybe she has a way to save me!