Chapter 164 Lillian Ruthlessly Hit Wendy to Strike Back
Everyone looked at Lillian in astonishment. She was dressed in a flowing emerald green shirt and sleek wide-leg trousers. Her hair was loosely tied back with ebony wood. She walked between two teams of black-clad bodyguards with a long coffee-colored coat.
Following behind Lillian was Shirley.
Shirley, in a black tracksuit and high ponytail, looked quite intimidating. She was dressed like a college student, wearing sunglasses and a thin cigarette dangling from her mouth.
The two of them entered with their entourage, leaving the people in the private room stunned.
Before they could react, Lillian had already reached the table.
"Lillian! Who let you in? What do you think... Ah! Let go!" Jenny stood up, but before she could finish her sentence, Shirley grabbed her arm and flung her out.
Jenny screamed as she fell to the ground, not hurt but utterly embarrassed.
"You barbarian!" Jenny cursed at Shirley.
"You shallow person!" Shirley glanced at her.
"Lillian, what are you doing?" Wendy stood up next, but without a word, Lillian fiercely slapped her twice.
"Are you crazy? Jackson! Help!" Wendy shouted.
Wendy received two solid slaps. Her ears ringed, and her cheeks immediately swelled up.
In a panic, she screamed for help, trying to scratch Lillian's face.
But Shirley wouldn't give Wendy a chance to retaliate; Shirley's fights were more than just hair-pulling and clothes-tearing.
She went straight ahead, grabbed Wendy's hands, and pressed her down onto the table.
Drinks spilled, and glasses fell to the floor. Wendy's face was pressed on the table, and she was screaming.
"Damn it! Jackson, aren't you going to do anything?" Gray snapped out of his daze and looked at Jackson.
Jackson's face was cold and stern, and his gaze was deep. He looked over there and kept silent.
Mike also turned to him. It was Jackson's woman who was causing the trouble, and the one being hit was someone Jackson was protecting.
Jackson remained silent, so they naturally didn't intervene.
However, Jackson just swirled his glass of red wine and took a calm sip.
"Are you just going to watch, Jackson?" Mike also took a sip of his drink.
Jackson swirled his glass. "When women fight, men shouldn't interfere."
Mike chuckled sarcastically; he didn't believe that.
If a man didn't intervene in a women's fight, it was because his woman had the upper hand.
No man could be calm when his woman was being bullied.
Mike saw through it, but Gray was getting annoyed.
Gray said, "Jackson, this is my territory. If Lillian doesn't give me face, don't blame me for being impolite."
Gray was about to move forward, but Mike held him back, saying, "Lillian isn't impulsive and arrogant. Wendy must have done something. Besides, it's not like it's a big deal, right? If Jackson isn't worried, why are you in such a hurry? Do you like Wendy?"
Gray pushed Mike away and said, "I don't like her!"
Mike asked, "Really?"
Gray said, "Get lost!"
As the two tugged at each other, Jackson's expression suddenly turned sullen. He set down his wine glass and walked towards the commotion at the table.
Mike raised an eyebrow and looked over. He saw Shirley, brought by Lillian, kicking away Jenny, who was trying to help Wendy.
Shirley had a round face, a sweet girl-next-door look, but her actions were rough and straightforward.
With one hand holding Wendy's hands, elbow pressing on her back, and the other hand grabbing her hair, Shirley lifted her head up.
Lillian grabbed a bottle of water and started pouring it into Wendy's mouth.
"Let me go. I won't drink it! Jackson!"
Wendy struggled and screamed.
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