Stella Graham yelled, “Hurry up and go. Do you think you can just come up to my dear Hen? In your dreams!” These words were meant for Henry and the other women around who were eyeing him.
Many pairs of eyes turned toward them. The bar manager had been observing closely. He immediately walked over and ordered his people to drag the woman from the floor.
“Mr. Moore, did this woman upset you? You can tell me what kind of woman you want. I can arrange it for you,” the bar manager said cautiously while he stared at a frosty Henry.
Henry pressed his lips until it formed a thin straight line. “Get her out of here.”
Logan Graham noticed that Henry was in a particularly foul mood that day, as though he had been broken up by a woman.
Did this man fall in love with his lover?
The bar manager immediately turned around and ordered the guards who were holding the woman, “Throw her out.”
Then, he turned around and asked Henry, “Do you have any more orders, Mr. Moore?”
Staring at the towering guy with a dark expression in front of him, the bar manager wanted to get out of there right away. However, he dared not leave since someone in the bar had offended Mr. Moore. If he did not solve this properly, Mr. Moore could close his bar at any time.
The bar manager looked at Logan and signaled him with his eyes to ask for help when Henry remained silent.
Logan was a regular customer there. He curled his lips and told the bar manager to serve them more wine as Henry had almost finished the bottles on the table. Then, he asked for two pretty companions. They were for him, of course—not for Henry.
The bar manager noted his orders and scurried off. Henry was unusually terrifying. He exuded a strong aura that made the people around him weak in their knees.
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