Reborn and Revenge novel Chapter 26

Angel took a sip of her wine and looked at the beautiful woman beside him.

She wondered if the woman would remember her current mood when she woke up tomorrow.

Perhaps tomorrow boyfriend made an apology, and she would forgive him.

And then, things would go over and over again.

Angel smiled.

She heard that people in love had negative IQs.

So, don't bother with a fool. Let her drink if she wants to. Her family would pick her up anyway.

Angel's eyes fell on the side that the beauty had just pointed at.

It was noisy.

She didn’t expect that Laura and Daisy were bar stars.

It brought Laura much grievance when she was with Belle! It was hard for her.

The beauty finally got drunk.

Angel gave her a pitying look.

When her phone rang, Angel picked it up and told her where they were.

Then a middle-aged man followed by two tall young men came to them.

“Hanna! Two young men came to help the beauty.

Another hostile one asked Angel, “Who are you?”

Angel reached for her hat and let down her long hair. “I'm a passer-by. She came by to have a drink and talk.”

At the moment her hair fell down, the two young men froze.

The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice, “Where is the beast?”

Angel raised her eyebrows, knowing that they should be Hanna's father and brother.

“You're looking for her boyfriend?” She asked.

“Do you know him?” asked a young man.

Angel shook her head and pointed toward the other side of the noise. “She told me her boyfriend left with another woman.”

The two young men thrust the beauty into their father's arms and rushed to the other side.

Angel smiled. Were all brothers the same?

She suddenly missed her brother and Alfie.

The middle-aged man lifted his daughter into him arms and said to Angel, “Thank you, girl.”

Angel chuckled and shook her head.

The middle-aged man looked at her and said gently, “You are also drunk. Do you want to call your family to pick you up or shall we give you a ride? It's not safe to be out alone at this late hour.”

Angel was stunned. She or Belle had not been cared by their fathers.

Then smiled, “Thank you! My brother will pick me up later.”

The middle-aged man said nothing, fumbled in his pocket and handed her a name card, “This is my name card. If you need me in the future, you can come to me. I know you are a good girl at first sight. I hope you can be my daughter’s friend.

A fight had broken out over there.

The middle-aged man nodded to Angel and walked past with his daughter in his arms.

Angel looked to the other side of the room and shoved the card into the phone case.

Angel was drunk because she felt the door of the bar shaky.

So she stood on the doorstep of the bar and texted Aaron, thinking “soberly” that she had made another mistake, but that she had taken a good attitude in correcting it.

She felt that she could be forgiven.

After sending the message, she strolled up and down the vacant lot in front of the bar.

By midnight, all the neon lights were dimmed and the sky was clear enough that no stars could be seen.

Angel suddenly remembered the man's childhood promise to build a glass house to look at the stars. Naive, where in the city to look at the stars?

It was an unrealistic dream so there was unrealistic outcome.

“That's her, beat her!” There was a sudden roar behind her, followed by a strong wind.

Angel instinctively ducked, and without looking back, she raised her foot.

Driven by her drunkenness and instinct, she had never thought of strength.

The person behind her got kicked.

Angel growled in her heart that this man was not strong enough.

Eight people froze, and on the doorstep of the bar stood a man with bruise on face.

“Go hit her!” The man covered his face and roared between his teeth.

Some of the men behind with sticks winced, but at the thought that they have more people, so the emboldened to rush forward together.

Angel's alcohol-burning brain lit up.

She glanced at the iron bar that had fallen from the man who had attacked her, and with a pinch of her foot, the bar jumped into her hand.

She put the cap edge down and showed an evil smile. It was a good way to vent anger with a fight.

This was a ragtag group that had just been put together, probably a group of stupid wealthy second-generation.

Angel did not kick them as hard as she kicked the first man.

But it was easy to beat them up.

There were moans and shouts of crying.

“Son of bitch, who are you?”

“Wait, don't go, I'll call more people to come right away!”

“Yes! We will kill you!”

“Ouch, it hurts! If you broke my leg, I will kill you!”

Angel dragged the iron bar around them and kicked the person at her feet. She felt dizzy, supporting herself with the iron bar, “What's wrong with learning to be a goon? There is no sense of achievement to deal with you.”

“Ah --” came a drawling angry voice behind them.

A dagger fell with a clatter at Angel's feet.