Chloe Summers sprawled across the bar's glass counter, her innocent looks unknowingly attracting the attention of many men, as if they were all waiting for her to lose control.
Leon Rivers suddenly felt a sharp pang in his chest, grabbed the medical kit, and ran outside.
"Beauty, aren't you feeling uncomfortable? Looking for someone to keep you company?" The man who drugged Chloe Summers leaned closer, trying to take advantage of her, "If you feel hot, you can take it off."
Chloe Summers kept scratching at herself but could still clearly see the disgusting face of the man, her face turned cold with a "Get lost."
"Oh, such a spicy temper, this isn't tasty, little girls should behave," the man pushed his disgusting face closer.
Those hands touched her waist.
Suddenly, a male breath was near her. Chloe Summers' body felt hotter, but at least she had stayed at Harold Chapman's place before and had been trained; she could defend herself.
