Chapter 92 What Can You Do to Me?
Sharon didn't expect her night to go south so fast. She'd just stepped out of the private room, ready to leave, when a drunk guy grabbed her arm.
"Hey, gorgeous, come have some fun ."
Harold Lope reeked of booze, making Sharon's stomach churn. She yanked her arm free and tried to walk away quickly.
But before she could get far, a group of guys blocked her path.
"Hey, you think you can just ignore Harold? You've got some nerve."
Sharon's face turned icy. "I don't know who is Harold. Move, or I'll call the cops."
She thought to herself, 'Next time Imet Brian, avoid bars. They were chaotic and full of drunks looking for trouble.'
"Hahaha, call the cops? You think we'll let you?"
One of the guys snatched her phone, smirking. "Go ahead, call them. With what?"
Sharon's mind raced, looking for an escape. They wouldn't hurt her here in the bar, but if they dragged her outside, who knew what could happen.
Harold stepped forward, offering her a whiskey bottle. "Look, just drink this, and I'll forget this ever happened. Deal?"
Sharon eyed the bottle suspiciously. Who knew what was in it? But she took it anyway.
Harold's eyes gleamed with anticipation. If she drank it, she'd be out cold in five minutes, and then she'd be his.
"Harold!"
The bottle smashed into Harold's forehead before he could react. One of his guys shouted in surprise.
Harold, too drunk to dodge, took the hit. Blood and whiskey mixed, dripping down his face as he staggered.
Up on the second floor, Victor watched in shock. "Seb, your niece-in-law's got guts. She didn't even hesitate."
Seb's eyes were cold. "Yeah."
Harold's men rushed at Sharon, but she swung the broken bottle, keeping them at bay. A few even got cut.
"This bitch, when we catch her, she's dead!"
One guy lunged at her, ignoring the risk. He grabbed for the bottle with one hand and her neck with the other.
Sharon tried to back away, but another guy grabbed her from behind. His grip was too strong; she couldn't break free.
They took the bottle from her, leaving her defenseless. The guy dragged her in front of Harold.
"Harold, what do we do?"
Harold, holding a towel to his bleeding forehead, sneered. "Fuck her to death tonight!"
As soon as Harold gave the order, his men started dragging Sharon away. Incidents like this were all too common in bars, so the crowd barely reacted. Even those who noticed Harold and his goons didn't dare to step in. It took guts to play hero.
Sharon's mind raced, desperate to find a way out. She wasn't about to let them take her without a fight.
Suddenly, a group of uniformed men blocked Harold and his crew.
"Harold, you can't take this woman."
Harold glared at Gary Collins, who led the group. He pulled the towel from his forehead, revealing the bloody wound. "Mr. Collins, see this? She did this. And if you stop me, you won't be able to explain it to Brandon Sanchez."
Harold had some nasty clout in the area, which made him bold. Usually, Gary would let Harold slide.
But tonight was different.
"Harold, she's someone you can't afford to mess with. I suggest you let her go, or else..."
Harold cut him off with a sneer, "Or else what? There's no one here I can't handle!"
Gary's face darkened. "Calling you Harold is out of respect for Mr. Sanchez. If you try to take her tonight, you won't leave here in one piece!"
"Fine, let's see what you'll do to me!"
Harold dialed Brandon's number and handed the phone to Gary.
Gary spoke a few words softly and then returned the phone to Harold.
As soon as Harold put the phone to his ear, Brandon's angry voice blasted through.
"Harold, if you want to die, just say so. Let her go immediately, or I'll kill you myself!"
With that, Brandon hung up.
Harold felt a surge of panic. Even Brandon was backing off. Who the hell was this Sharon?
He turned to his men. "Let her go!"
Seeing Harold's pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead, his men didn't dare ask questions. They released Sharon immediately.
Gary walked up with a smile, looking apologetic. "Miss, I'm sorry. This was a failure on our part. How about this? I'll give you a lifetime membership card. Everything will be half price whenever you come here. How about it?"
Sharon wasn't naive. When Harold and his men were harassing her, no security had shown up. Now these guys appeared out of nowhere, clearly following someone's orders.
"Who helped me?"
Gary hesitated, unsure if he should take Sharon to see Seb. After all, Seb hadn't said he wanted to meet her. But since Seb had asked him to save Sharon, their relationship must be significant.
Thinking it over, he quickly said, "Please follow me. I'll take you to him."
Following Gary to the second floor, Sharon saw Seb sitting in a booth. She instinctively pressed her lips together, especially since there was a scantily clad woman next to him.
"Mr. Smith, this lady wanted to see you, so I brought her over."
Seb's face was expressionless, and he didn't say anything.
Sharon spoke first, "Uncle Seb, thank you for tonight."
Seb took a sip from the drink the woman next to him had poured, still not responding, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.
Victor quickly tried to smooth things over, smiling as he said, "Ms. Wright, don't mind him. Seb has always been a man of few words."
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