His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 222

Quentin was determined to make things difficult for the manager. "Oh? Is that so? Then, why didn't he avoid my sister when she was drunkenly pressed up against him? From the looks of it, he was thoroughly enjoying himself."

"No, he was just steadying her after seeing how drunk she was. Mr. Taylor, this is all just a misunderstanding."

Naomi didn't want the situation to escalate. She supported the manager, saying, "I almost tripped because I drank too much. Don't make a big deal out of it, Quentin!"

Quentin's incensed expression showed that he didn't believe them in the slightest. "I'm making a big deal out of this?"

She massaged her temples. "Fine, I'll leave with you. Stop making mountains out of molehills like some drama king."

He thought he might burst a vein from the anger coursing through his veins. His entire face had turned a ruddy red. "Fine! I'm the drama king! I'm the one causing a scene and making mountains out of molehills! Naomi Carlson, you're a real piece of work!"

Quentin tossed Naomi's hand aside after he was done speaking and stomped away. Naomi smiled apologetically at the manager. "I'm so sorry. My brother is just unreasonable like that sometimes. Let me pay the bill."

A man who was wearing a vest showed her a QR code. "Your total bill for tonight is 6,500 dollars."

Naomi scanned the QR code and paid 7,000 dollars instead. "The extra 500 is for the medical bill of the host who got hit by my brother."

The manager smiled at her. "You're too generous."

Naomi actually had excellent alcohol tolerance. She wasn't drunk at all earlier. She just pretended to be so she had an excuse to cop a feel of the host's muscular body.

However, she had no idea that Quentin would burst onto the scene out of nowhere the second she laid her hand on the host's body.

Not only had Quentin ruined her plans, but he had also humiliated her in front of so many people. She was beyond embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to bury herself in. Naomi looked at Tessa, whose face was still dyed a vibrant red. Her gaze was unfocused as she occasionally took sips from the wine bottle she still had cradled in her arms.

Naomi snatched the wine bottle away from her. "Babe, it's time to stop drinking. You're drunk. I'll get someone to send you home."

Tessa was truly intoxicated. Two sets of shimmering tear tracks were running down her rosy cheeks. "Stephen… you damned bastard…" Tessa sobbed.