"Hello, may I have a seat?" Braden held the glass of whiskey and had already reached Anne.

He revealed a smile that he thought was very charming.

Although they were all from the upper-class society of River City, Anne didn't know Braden because she had gone abroad since she was young.

So, she paid Braden no heed.

Braden, who had lived a life of debauchery, had never been dismissed like this. The smile on his face disappeared into thin air.

He said to Anne arrogantly, "Do you know who I am?"

"Who?" Charlotte suddenly raised her head and looked at Braden.

After drinking a few glasses of cocktails, Charlotte was actually drunk. She didn't recognize Braden.

"Old hag?" Braden was shocked when he saw Charlotte again!

These two simple words triggered an outburst of emotions in Charlotte's heart. She stood up abruptly and grabbed Braden by the collar with both hands.

"Who are you calling old hag? Do you think that I want to look like that?" She slurred.

She used to be the daughter of a wealthy family, and she used to have an endless stream of money and luxuries.

Anne hurriedly went over to pull Charlotte, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't.

"You madwoman." This was the first time Braden had encountered a situation like this. He pushed Charlotte away with all his strength.

Charlotte lost her balance and fell backwards. However, she did not feel the pain as she had imagined. Instead, she fell into a soft embrace.

There was a nice smell on the man's body, and Charlotte looked up.

However, before Charlotte could take another look, her eyes fell shut tightly.

Everyone around them took a deep breath.

In just a few seconds, she had fallen asleep in Shane's arms!

"Well, hello, Mr. Fuller. She is my friend."

Seeing Shane, Anne was also startled. Although she had been abroad for a long time, she more or less knew about Shane, who was a world-renowned man.

Rumours said that Shane was not fond of women; even female mosquitoes were not allowed to get within five meters of him.

Shane's methods were brutal. If any woman had the guts to step into the minefield, they would die a terrible death.

Looking at the unconscious Charlotte, Anne felt like slapping herself to death. Why did she have to bring Lottie to the bar!

Unfortunately, it was too late. She could only look at Shane, hoping that he would show mercy.

However, Shane didn't care about what was happening around him. He looked at Charlotte who had appeared in his arms out of nowhere.

He did not feel repulsed. On the contrary, he felt a sense of familiarity that he could not explain.

He took a closer look at Charlotte's appearance.

Her facial features were exquisite and delicate, and her skin was as smooth as porcelain.

Her flushed face looked like a cherry. The sight of her aroused him.

Damn it!

Had he been abstinent for too long?

To the point where he started to have lewd ideas about just any woman who threw herself into his arms?

"But if I take one more look, my heart will throb. Except for that night five years ago, it hasn't happened again."

Shane narrowed his eyes. He dismissed this feeling as having drunk too much.

He pushed Charlotte, who was in his arms, towards Anne.

When everyone thought that he was going to blow up, Shane merely brushed the dust off the spot where Charlotte had leaned on. Then, without saying anything, he left.

Seeing that Shane hadn't said a thing, Braden didn't bother to say another word to the women and left with Christopher.