At this moment, Simon's bleary eyes were filled with fury and displeasure. "You bitch! You should be honored that I asked you to sleep with me. Don't be so dense!"
Cheryl lost her balance. She only barely managed to steady herself thanks to the wall by the booth. When she lifted her head, tears were streaming down her face.
Marsha couldn't take it anymore. She screamed, "Hold it right there!"
In that instant, everyone around them glanced over at them. Suzanne went up to Cheryl and pulled her to her side. In a low and concerned voice, she asked, "Are you okay?"
Taken aback, Cheryl started crying even harder. Putting her hands over her face, she looked down and shook her head. In a soft voice, she replied, "I'm okay."
Nevertheless, her grievances, sadness, and all her negative emotions overwhelmed her, so much so that she could barely catch her breath.
Simon was quite intoxicated in the first place. Now that he spotted two other attractive women, a sinister gleam filled his eyes. He figured that it would be even more exciting if he could bring both these women to bed with him.
He took a step forward to Marsha, who was in closest proximity to him. He reached out to touch her face. "You. How much do you charge for a night?"
Before he could even touch her cheek, she grabbed his wrist.
This man was asking for it by making advances at women out in the open. Clenching her teeth, she growled frigidly. "Don't worry. I'll soon help you find out how much it costs per night to be in the ICU."
While gripping Simon's wrist with one hand, she swung her other fist right at his face. The loud bang that sounded in the bar was followed by a cry of pain.
Patrons who were drinking and dancing were now drawn to the incident that was happening at their booth, and they started looking over.
With his hand over his throbbing face, Simon glared fiercely at Marsha. "You bitch. How dare you hit me? Just you wait! I'll kill you!"
Didn't these women know who he was? He would make them kneel and beg him for forgiveness!
Staring Simon straight in the eye, Marsha mocked, "You wanna kill me? Bring it on. I'd like to find out how you're gonna do it."
All this while, it had always been her terrorizing others. No man had ever been so arrogant before her.
She rolled her sleeves up to pretend like she was going to strike him again. "You're just a senseless asshole. Did you grow that useless manhood of yours with whatever was left of your brain?"
He was such a jerk. Martha despised people like him with a passion. Even though she was used to seeing revolting people like him in the entertainment industry, she could not stop herself from blowing up. Moreover, he actually set his eyes on someone she wanted to protect.
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