The bar was smoky and filled with the smell of alcohol and tobacco. The music was so loud that it was deafening. The men and women on the dance floor wiggled their waists and arms wildly. Gorgeous women were shuttling in the single young men’s side, saying continuous love words.
Frowning, Nathaniel cradled Rosemary beside him and walked toward the elevator.
A fat middle-aged man came to Rosemary, stopped her way, and then vomited the smell of alcohol, saying, “beautiful woman. Girl, come and have a drink with me! I’m sure you’ll love it!” With that, he reached out his fat, salacious hand to grab her.
“Have you had too much to drink, Sir?” Rosemary leaned over and slapped his hands off. The middle-aged man got nothing in his hands.
Middle-aged man saw Rosemary avoid his hand and said, “as long as you make me comfortable, I will give you endless prosperity and wealth.” The smell went up and he burped!
Nathaniel’s face darkened, and the man seemed to treat him like a wisp of air.
Rosemary looked at the drunk man in front of her and said coldly, “Sir, you are drunk. You should be going home right now instead of screaming.”
Rosemary wouldn’t want to talk to him like that if she didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself.
“Oh, you’re pretending to be innocent. I don’t know how many people have slept with women like you. Now you’re pretending to be a socialite in front of me? Or do you think I’m not as handsome as the guy next to you?” The worse he said it, the paler Rosemary turned.
There was a lot of people at the bar already looking this way. Because the lights were dim, and Nathaniel was standing in the corner, no one recognized him yet.
He tried to punch the man several times, but Rosemary grabbed his shirt and shook her head at him. He knew she was afraid the reporters would get them.
Seeing Rosemary was silent, the middle-aged man said with a smile, “I will make you more comfortable than him in bed. I’m gonna get you high.”
Before Rosemary could speak, Nathaniel had the middle-aged man pinned to the floor and was stomping on him. He said coldly, “How dare you touch her! I think you are tired of living! He stomped hard, and the middle-aged man fell to his knees in pain.
“Nathaniel, forget it. He didn’t do anything to me. Let him go! If a reporter gets a picture, we’re in trouble.” Rosemary whispered in Nathaniel’s ear.
Nathaniel picked up the middle-aged man fiercely and walked to the corner, then he turned to the men in the shadows and said coldly, “He likes to get high, so let him enjoy himself tonight!”
Rosemary had no idea what Nathaniel was doing there with that guy. But she did not dare to come forward. She just stood and watched.
Nathaniel threw the middle-aged man to the ground and sneered, “I’ll give you a taste of being stoned tonight.”
The middle-aged man was mostly sober after being hit and thrown by Nathaniel. He looked at the smiling man in front of him with fear in his eyes.
‘No…Don’t!” The man shouted in panic, and was dragged away by several men dressed in black.
Nathaniel straightened his clothes, turned around and saw Rosemary looking this way. He walked toward her with a handsome smile on his face.
“Nathaniel, are you okay? What happened to the man?” Rosemary was worried that one of Nathaniel’s tantrums would draw the reporters in.
Nathaniel’s smile widened as he watched her nervous little face, “I’m fine. I just gave him a warning, and let the bartender sent him home.”
Rosemary looked around and saw that no one had noticed what had just happened, so she said to Nathaniel, “Thank you for today. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here.”
“I told you to keep me in mind, so I can come to your rescue when you’re in danger!” Nathaniel was back to his cheeky face.
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