Chapter 151 Winner
After enjoying their soup, the trio searched online for a nearby karaoke bar and took a cab there to continue their evening of fun. They stayed at the KTV for about three hours, and it was almost 10 o'clock when they decided to head back.
Willow said she needed to use the restroom, and Ophelia joined her. Daniel went to the front desk to settle the bill.
Exiting the private room together, Willow and Ophelia headed for the restroom. Ophelia came out first, washed her hands, and, as she turned around, accidentally bumped into a man just leaving the men's room. She steadied herself and looked up to see a drunk man covered in tattoos, wearing a gold chain, and sporting a beer belly—clearly not the upstanding type.
Not wanting any trouble, she stepped aside to give him room, planning to wait there for Willow.
Ophelia was by no means new to the entertainment industry, but her fame hovered just beyond the fringes, at best, a B-list level. With no real ambition to delve into the murkier dealings that sometimes shrouded the business, she was content to take on roles as they came—no work, no worries, as long as she wasn't starving. But the sudden confrontation with a drunkard caught her completely off guard.
The man, drunk and leering, had taken one look at Ophelia's beauty and approached with lust in his eyes. Stepping forward, he grabbed her wrist tightly, his words slurred as he said, "Hey darling, where do you think you're going? Why don't you join me for a drink?"
Startled, Ophelia shouted, "Let go of me, or I'll call for help!"
He scoffed, "Call for help? Everyone knows this is my place. You really think anyone's going to have the guts to help you?"
That's when Willow stepped in. Seeing Ophelia tangled up with a drunk, she rushed over and furiously swung her purse at the man.
Enraged at being struck, the man hurled insults at Willow, "You little witch, daring to hit me? I'll show you!"
As Willow noticed two guys coming out of the men's room, addressing the drunk as 'Evander,' it became apparent that they were part of a rough crowd.
Without wasting a moment, Willow grabbed Ophelia, and they started running together. As they reached the reception area, they bumped into Daniel.
"What happened?" Daniel asked, noting their panicked expressions.
Willow quickly recounted the ordeal at the restroom entrance. "We need to get out of here, and then we can talk," Daniel decided, pulling them toward the exit. Being a public figure, Ophelia should avoid such scenes.
It was supposed to be a simple night out at a local karaoke bar they had found online without much thought. Just as the three of them stepped outside, intending to hail a cab, a gang of about seven or eight people chased after them and surrounded them. Evander, staggering drunkenly, moved forward and sneered, "Running off? Where do you think you're going? Take them back inside."
Seeing the tense situation and realizing their mistake in entering foreign territory, Daniel discreetly dialed her brother's number, hoping he would pick up soon.
The trio was ushered back into the karaoke bar, where several scantily clad women lingered, their attire embarrassing even to them. Evander, clearly the ringleader, had them all on edge. Not long after they re-entered, a man known as 'Boss' ordered everyone's phones to be taken away.
Daniel quickly ended the call, fearing their attempt to reach out for help had been noticed. Her brother should have been informed by now; she hoped he'd arrive quickly.
Evander was cozily nestled on the couch with one of the women, his hands restlessly kneading her chest as his eyes, hooded with desire, fixed on the trio before him. "The one who just took a swing at me," he said, a lascivious grin spreading on his face, "give her a slap first."
One of his lackeys, understanding the directive, rose to his feet and strode over to Willow, raising his hand. He delivered a stinging slap across her face, his voice carrying a threat: "You have the guts to hit Evander? You clearly have no idea whose turf you're on."
The force of the slap wasn't gentle; it was enough to send Willow reeling, her cheek swelling instantly and five bright red marks from the fingers branding her skin. She saw stars, her vision blurring, almost fainting from the shock. Daniel and Ophelia, desperate to intervene, found themselves restrained, unable to move.
Ophelia, her anger reaching a boiling point, spat at Evander, "Why don't you pick on me if you're so tough? Are you even a man? Hitting a woman is no show of strength."
Evander, with the woman still in his arm, stood up and swaggered over to Ophelia; his gaze on her was lecherous and menacing. He grabbed her chin with a greasy hand, "Whether I'm a man is something I'll show you in just a moment."
Ophelia's heart hammered in her chest.
His breath was enough to suffocate someone with its stench.
Spittle flew as he spoke, and his yellowed teeth were revolting. He reminded her of Matthew, one with money who wouldn't bother to fix his teeth—at least that would make him less disgusting to look at.
Liam, however, she mused, was the real deal – not afraid to compare because he knew his value.
Now, considering Liam, he was truly exceptional—great physique, handsome face, and although occasionally brusque, at least his breath was minty fresh…
Ophelia felt the urge to cry.
Then she quickly shook her head. Why was she thinking about such things at a time like this?
She wondered how the woman with Evander could tolerate him, let alone kiss him. Didn't she feel like throwing up after being kissed by him?
Evander, amused by Ophelia's dazed expression and her innocent yet defiant look, felt his urge to conquer flare. His companion piped up suddenly, "Evander, this gal looks familiar, like a celebrity. I've seen her on TV before."
Evander's interest peaked, devoid of any fear, "Oh, she's famous? Then we really hit the jackpot. We'll get some nude photos, bed shots, videos – we could make a fortune."
"Evander, have you taken a fancy to her? Are you tired of me?" The woman's deliberately coquettish voice made the trio feel nauseous. She was way too old for such heavy makeup and skimpy clothes, like some washed-up teen idol.
"Don't worry, baby, I only have eyes for you," he reassured her, his voice dripping with deceit. "These showbiz types, who knows how many people they've been with. Let's give the boys a taste of celebrity flavor, starting with her. Strip this little starlet down."
Daniel shouted in a panic, "Stop messing around. I've called the cops, and they'll be here soon. If you don't want to go to jail, let us go. Let's forget this whole thing happened. I bet Evander doesn't want to make a big scene out of this, right? We're all just here to have a good time, to have fun. Let's not end this on a bad note."
Having grown somewhat used to the shadier side of the entertainment industry, Daniel tried to keep his cool as he half-threatened Evander.
Evander paused after hearing Daniel's words, considering whether the claim of calling the police was true or not. Even though he had their cell phones, there was a chance they had made the call before he got ahold of them.
He sat back down on the couch with a woman in his arms, his expression tense as he pondered for a moment before scoffing, "Ha, you think I'm afraid of the police?"
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