Chapter 160 To Taste the Woman Marcus Wants
Sherry Shaw blurted three words in shock.
“Why are you mixed up with him again? It’s late–why the hell would you go to Nightfall Bar looking for him? Do you even know what kind of plnew
that is?
“Just check it for me. We’ll talk later.”
Sophie glanced around the smoke filled chaos of the bar.
“I’m already inside. Hurry up, this place is awful.”
“Fine, fine–I’ll check right now!”
Sophie hung up and moved to a quiet corner where the air was slightly better.
“Well, well… am I seeing things? Isn’t this Sophie?”
A drunk voice came from behind, laced with the stench of alcohol.
Brandon Lawson leaned forward, eyes full of surprise.
“Who would’ve thought the famous Miss Chandler would come slumming in Nightfall Bar. Didn’t peg you as the type to look for fun here.”
Ever since the villa incident, Brandon hadn’t been able to forget Sophie–her sharp card skills, her clean shot with a gun. She had impressed him deeply.
But Sophie’s rise in the Morgan Group had kept him from approaching her. Running into her here, of all places, felt like fate.
“You don’t look so good. Rough night?”
He slid his glass across the table toward her.
“Drink this. Then we’ll find something fun. Whatever’s bothering you will be gone in no time.”
“I don’t know you well, Mr. Lawson. I’m not here to party, and I don’t drink.” Sophie’s voice was cool.
“So you’re refusing my courtesy?”
He raised his hand. Several bodyguards stepped forward.
“Truth is, ever since we met, I’ve had feelings for you. But seeing you brush me off tonight? That hurts, Miss Chandler. Nightfall Bar isn’t the place to chat. Why don’t we go somewhere private?”
Sophie’s eyes hardened.
“There’s nothing for us to talk about. Don’t push me.”
“Hahaha…”
Brandon laughed loudly.
“And if I do push? What exactly can you do about it?”
He grabbed for her wrist, trying to drag her into his arms.
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Chapter 160 To Taste the Woman Marcus Wants
Sophie yanked free with force.
“Abusing power and bullying women–is that what passes for the Lawson family’s manners?”
“Manners are for people with class. Me? I’ve never had much of that. I’m just a street thug with money. Don’t think you can hold me back with words like family values.”
He signaled to his men.
“Take her to the hotel next door. Once I’ve had my fun, you can all have a turn.”
Four burly bodyguards surrounded Sophie like hunters circling prey.
Other patrons turned to watch, eyes gleaming with amusement, none offering help. In Nightfall Bar, fights, kidnappings–even deaths–were nothing
new.
Sophie stood her ground, forcing calm.
“Brandon Lawson, do you have any idea who I’m connected to? Everyone knows Marcus shut down half the city’s elite circles looking for me. If you dare touch me, are you ready to face his wrath?”
Her words were sharp as steel.
Brandon flinched. The rumor of Marcus imprisoning Riverland’s elites had reached him, though details were vague. Hearing it from Sophie’s own lips made it far more real.
The Lawsons were rich, yes, but still upstarts. If they provoked Marcus, they’d be crushed.
Sophie saw his hesitation and pressed harder.
“Walk away now, and I’ll act like none of this happened.”
“You really think words like that can scare me off?”
A new voice cut through.
Nina Monroe clicked toward them on eight–centimeter heels, her tone sweet and deliberate.
“Everyone knows Mr. Lawson doesn’t scare easy. Once he sets his eyes on a woman, she doesn’t escape. Sophie, your so–called connection with Marcus is just gossip. Do you really think Brandon will fall for your bluff?”
Sophie’s eyes turned icy, a dangerous glint flashing.
Nina pretended not to notice, turning to Brandon.
“Mr. Lawson, you said loud and clear you’d have her tonight. If you back out now, with all these people watching, won’t you just be a laughingstock?”
The embers of doubt in Brandon’s chest flared back into reckless bravado.
“Me? Afraid? Never!”
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