Lily Shaw looked at Roy Thompson, who was so furious it was like smoke was about to come out of his head, and saw he was about to keep swinging. She hurriedly tossed the cigarette in her hand to the ground, took a quick step to reach him, grabbed his arm in one go. "Enough, Riley Thompson, he just flirted with me a little. One punch to vent is plenty. And you three, what are you standing there stupidly for? Hurry up and take him away!"
The guys standing behind that unlucky rich kid looked like they'd been struck by lightning. They knew this 24-hour bar with a great reputation in their circle was owned by Third Young Master Thorne, and this wasn't their first time seeing Third Young Master.
Third Young Master Thorne's name was loud in their circle; it was hard not to know who he was. At first they'd all come here for him by name, then after a few visits they'd fallen in love with this bar and had to come at least three times a week.
