In the Charmed Bar.
As soon as Harriet Smith accompanied Grace George came in, they saw Eric George lying on the ground!
Eric George was holding his belly and groaning. He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground.
Luis Moulton, a middle-aged man in his forties, was sitting on the sofa in front of him. He had a fat head and big ears, and a thick gold chain around his neck. He crossed his legs and cursed, "Damn it! How dare you mess with my woman? If I don't chop you up today, my name is not Luis Moulton!"
As soon as she walked in, Harriet Smith heard these dirty words. She immediately felt sick!
Especially when she saw the greasy face and belly which was almost bursting out of the shirt on the sofa, she felt even more disgusted...
Seeing her brother like a drowned mouse lying on the ground, Grace George's legs went limp and she almost knelt down.
"How can you let my brother go?"
Luis Moulton smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Didn't I just say that my woman has a gigolo boy, your brother, behind my back? I'm a cuckold now, so he's gonna have a hard time! Let's beat him!"
As soon as he gave the order, the assistants beside him stepped forward together and stopped in front of Eric George.
Grace George gritted her teeth and stepped forward. "I'll kneel down for you. Can you let my brother go?"
If these people really did it, her brother would definitely be disabled!
"You didn't even kneel. How can I let your brother go?" Luis Moulton took a drag on the cigarette and exhaled white smoke.
Grace George moved her legs. Just as she was about to kneel down, Harriet Smith reached out and grabbed her.
She took a step forward and looked at Luis Moulton, being neither humble nor pushy. "Even if she kneels, you won't let go of her brother, will you?"
Luis Moulton raised his eyebrows and looked at Harriet Smith seriously. "It seems that there is still a smart person."
Harriet Smith said calmly, "It takes two to make a quarrel like that. With all due respect, a woman who is kept by a man but kept another man must not be a good woman. Even if she didn't have Eric George, she would have kept another man. Eric George is just a scapegoat. Don't you think it's boring for you to be so angry about such a woman?"
Luis Moulton laughed loud. The anger in his heart dissipated a little, and he was a little interested. "What's your name?"
"How can an ordinary girl attract Mr. Moulton?" Harriet Smith naturally knew what he was thinking.
Luis Moulton was getting more and more interested. "The ordinary girl is good. It's not bad to change the style occasionally."
"The freshness is only temporary. The ordinary girl are bland and tasteless. There is nothing interesting." Harriet Smith calmly changed the topic and said, "Mr. Moulton is a magnanimous man. Besides, you have taught Eric George a lesson. Can you let him go?"
"Since you have already said so... How about this? you drink five glasses with me, and I will let him go!"
Harriet Smith stared at his face and said, "Mr. Moulton is both straightforward and trustworthy. I agree with you."
Hearing this, Grace George held Harriet's hand nervously.
Shaking her head, Harriet Smith took the glass from Luis Moulton, raised her head, closed her eyes, and drank it all in one breath.
After five glasses in a row, she felt as if her throat was on fire. She felt her head was heavy and her feet were light.
Luis Moulton did keep his promise. He let go of Eric George and looked at Harriet Smith with a malicious smile.
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