"Just now, when I was taking Miss Hughes and her friend to their private room, a drunk man stumbled out of a VIP suite. As soon as he saw Miss Hughes, he immediately tried to drag her inside to drink with him. Naturally, Miss Hughes refused. I spoke up several times, but the guest wouldn't listen and still forced Miss Hughes into the room. There were a lot of people inside, and the atmosphere was rowdy. They kept egging him on, which emboldened him. He actually tried to... Then, Miss Hughes just grabbed an empty bottle nearby and smashed it over his head."
After hearing the whole story, Sharon Morton stopped in her tracks and shot a glance over. "What did you say? She just smashed it right over his head?"
"Yes!"
"Who was the man?" A trace of worry now appeared on Sharon's face.
"It's... It's... Shawcross."
Upon hearing his identity, a shadow fell over Sharon's elegant face. Why did it have to be the notoriously difficult Shawcross?
