Sierra didn't intercede as Luna drank again. After all, the Luna she knew, once she had decided to do something, there was no way to stop her. And today, Luna had decided to waste herself completely.
'It must be because Ethan had never allowed her into clubs before. In defiance, she is behaving this way today.'
Sierra hadn't missed the pained expressions on Luna Hart's face when she was looking at the happy couple dancing.
Sierra didn't care much. Today, she was not here to be a drinking partner but a babysitter to watch over Luna. She just waited for Hart to either drop dead drunk or get tired and agree to leave.
As Luna took another sip from the glass, she heard Sierra's voice.
"Lulu, I'm going to use the restroom." After saying that, Sierra glared at Luna. "So don't you dare leave this spot, or I'm going to ditch you. Have fun finding a lift back home this late at night."
"Why the glare? Don't you even trust me?" Luna pouted.
"Not even a bit!"
"You hurt me, Sisi." Luna clutched her chest as if heartbroken, being dramatic.
Sierra rolled her eyes. "How many shots have you had again?"
"Seven. Not eight. I-I think I lost count." Luna gave a giddy smile. Sierra almost wanted to punch that smile off her face.
"Lulu, this is not a joke. You must not leave while I am away!" Sierra was growing impatient.
First, she had to use the restroom. Second, she had to endure a useless bicker with her. How unfortunate!
Luna innocently smiled at Sierra . "Fine. Go away. I wouldn't leave." She waved with her hand and took another small sip.
Sierra looked at Luna suspiciously. Something about Luna's 'innocent' smile looked not so very innocent.
Feeling the suspicious gaze, Luna whined in a sweet voice. "I promise!" She even put two fingers up.
"You!" Sierra raised her finger, but the need for the restroom made her swallow all the curses she had originally wanted to throw at Luna. In the end, she could only shout while rushing away in a hurry. "You'd better keep your word!"
"Haha. Sisi, did you really believe my promise? How stupid of you."
Luna laughed evilly. Getting up, she stretched. It was very stuffy on the bottom floor; she climbed up to the second floor. It was more refreshing and clearer in there.
She was engaged in her own fun. She had lost track of time when, suddenly, gasps and a slap were heard from the side. Luna frowned and glanced in that direction.
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Sitting over a black couch, with his elbow resting on the armrest of the couch and his head propped on his hand, nonchalance was everything that appeared on the man's face. His other hand held a wine glass as he took small sips at intervals. All the people in the club had stepped several steps away from the spot, creating a circle with the couch in the centre.
As if he were some king and everyone else in there was a peasant.
Only his subordinate kept standing by his side with a solemn face. He quietly handed a tissue to Damian. Damian silently wiped his hands clean; his actions held elegance and smoothness.
His eyes shifted down towards the woman who was grovelling at his feet. Coldness was the only thing that emerged from the bottom of his heart and poured into his eyes. Within the chilliness, one could detect slight disgust for the creature at his feet.
"F-Forgive me!" The woman was terrified of being looked at like this. Her appearance was totally ruined. One could tell that originally, she could have been looking quite seductive and classy with her tasteful jewellery and short dress.
But after being slapped and crying, her makeup was totally ruined. Blood trickled down her nose. Her hair was messy and tangled. Now, she looked more appalling and pitiful.
Looking at this, something snapped within Luna.
"I didn't mean to. I only approached Mr Blackwell because I admired you—"
The woman was slapped again by one of his subordinates. She was shut just like that. Her cries echoed on the second floor. The atmosphere grew serious. Even the background music had been shut down long ago. Everyone was holding their breath as if waiting for a great volcano to erupt.
Yet the man in the centre was silent and still like a cool moon on a winter night, giving a gentle glow.
The woman's pitiful eyes looked around as if searching for someone who would volunteer to help her out of her imminent death. Yet, no one stepped forward. Even if there were a few who pitied her, no one would dare to offend the man on the couch.
No one but a certain someone.