Victoria Gibson: "..."
Right now, she didn't want to dance; she wanted to hit someone.
The thought that she actually missed two calls from Chad Yakov continuously, considering that peacock's temper, made her feel overwhelmed.
She wondered if he would believe her explanation later...
"I don't know you well, give me back my Cell Phone, or I won't be polite." Victoria Gibson extended her hand, reprimanding coldly.
Although the pub was crowded, there were still drunk men wanting to take advantage of female students, but there were other people around, so generally, nobody would dare to cause trouble.
Yet the one in front of her, was clearly gutsy as a bear or a leopard.
"Hey, the little girl is quite fiery. Let's hear it, I don't plan to return the Cell Phone, what do you plan to do to me? You want a kiss or a touch, I'm open to it, hahaha..."
