Zack finally halted his steps, and the noisy booth suddenly became quiet.

He reached out to turn on the main lighting.

When the dazzling light shone, no one could hide.

Nancy's face was ghastly pale, and her body was shuddering slightly.

Zack stared at her face and instantly frowned. He was so besotted just now that he had feelings for such a shabby woman in cleaner's uniform.

What the hell!

Instead of letting go of her, he tittered, "What did you say? What's your relationship with Ned?"

Appalled, Nancy only wished the man could let her go.

Therefore, she spoke in a trembling voice, "I slept with him and come here to work part-time. Don't, don't make it hard on me."

"Oh? Whether I'll make it hard or not depends on if the man who took your virginity is willing to save you."

Nancy sensed something from his lascivious speech.

As expected...

Zack looked back at Ned who was sitting in the seat of honor, "Ned, is this woman yours? Will you save her or not?"

Nancy followed his gaze to look over and immediately saw Ned. For a moment, all of her blood froze.

She somehow felt ashamed, embarrassed, frightened, and helpless.

She struggled desperately, trying to break free from Zack's grip and escape from this place.

Slap!

Zack slapped her suddenly, catching her off guard. Under the fierce attack, Nancy tilted to the side, and her head hit the wall.

She felt a splitting pain in her head, and her ears buzzed. In an instant, she burst into silent tears.

Nancy fell to the floor in a fluster.

Zack hit her without an explanation, leaned against the wall, folded his arms before his chest, and smirked at Ned.

Ned put down the wine glass, "As you said, I took her virginity, so why wouldn't I save her?"

"Heh..."

Zack chuckled and sat back on the sofa. The women next to him tried to keep a distance.

Zack suddenly opened his mouth and spoke in an icy voice, "My glass is empty, why, no one is filling it up for me? You don't want your tips today? You, turn off the light. It's dazzling."

"Mr. Murray, not satisfied, huh?"

Zack kicked at the speaker, "Nolan Lane, do you have a death wish? I was drunk, and the light was dim. Look at that poor girl, I'm afraid my boner will be soft with the light on. I'm not like Ned who is not picky about women!"

Nolan came over and rested his hand on Zack's shoulder, "Really? Is it really soft? Let me feel it..."

"Get lost!"

"Ha-ha..."

The booth resumed its noisiness.

Ned helped Nancy up from the floor and wiped her tears.

She looked at Ned, suddenly threw herself into his arms, and wrapped her arms tightly around his robust waist.

Seemingly in fear, she shook violently and cried bitterly.

Amid the noise, Ned felt that she was whispering something. He frowned and listened for a while.

Only then did he hear her faint, trembling voice.

"Take me away." She requested.

"Do you know the meaning when a woman asks a man to take her away?" Asked Ned.

He clearly felt the woman's stiff body in his arms. Then she buried her face in his chest.

"Mm." She hummed simply.

Ned curled up his lips more distinctly, carried her in his arms, and took her away.