The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Even as Aria wiped herself, she kept ranting. “Honestly, what’s Frank Lawrence’s deal? He had to do that stupid drinking game with Blondie… The way I see it, he did it on purpose!

Jean, who was helping her clean herself, was left speechless. “Mr. Lawrence didn’t start it. If there’s anyone to blame, it won’t be him.”

‘Bullshit. He’s totally one of them,” Aria huffed.

Jean shook her head but decided not to argue.

“Just wear my jacket for now,” Jean said, taking it off.

Aria wore it after wiping herself, since her white dress was totally ruined.

Thankfully, she wore leggings as well, so she would not be exposing herself too much.

On the other hand, Jean had been wearing a black camisole under her jacket, which bared her perfect figure utterly.

Blondie was waiting outside the ladies‘ room, standing by the shared sinks.

He had certainly humiliated himself completely today.

Naturally, he was also curious as to how huge a stomach Frank had, holding in all that beer.

If anything, Blondie was good at drinking because he often took toilet breaks in between. In this case, he just did not have time to process the twentyish bottles that he drank in under thirty minutes.

Still, after waiting for a long while, he headed into the men’s room since neither Aria nor Jean were coming out.

Aria and Jean appeared soon after that, and Aria took out her perfume to spray herself as much as possible to cover the stench.

A man with a crew cut stepped outside just then and raised his brow. “Hey, babes. You both work here?”

One of them was wearing a jacket that barely covered her thighs, while the other only wore a camisole.

If anything, it was a dead giveaway they were hostesses–how terrible of the owner, keeping the nice ones from him!

However, Aria was already plenty annoyed, and Crew Cut’s obvious insult left her snapping, Your mom works here! Hell, your family probably does too! Now, fuck off!”

Crew Cut was surprised that she had such a temper and grabbed her wrist right then. “I was just being polite, bitch! You should be honored that I’m interested!”

“What are you doing?!” Jean snapped right then. “Let her go!“. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Crew Cut flashed a dirty stnile. “Oh, you can join us too, girlie. We’ll give you a good tip.”

That was when Blondie stepped out of the men’s room.

Seeing some stranger messing with his beloved left him furious right then.

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Leaping up at Crew Cut from the back, he punched Crew Cut in the back of the head, crying, ” Messing with my classmates?! Fuck off!”

“Oof!” Crew Cut grunted as he dropped to the floor,

Once he did, Blondie dropped on top of Crew Cut, kicking and punching even as he clutched his head and yelped, “Fuck! How dare you hit me! I’ll kill you!”

“No, I’ll kill you! You bullied my classmate!” Blondie kept hitting him for a long while before getting up.

Crew Cut glared at him viciously in turn, “Ignorant kids. You’ll be on your knees begging soon enough!”

“Still able to talk, huh?” Blondie growled and raised his fist.

Jean promptly caught him. “That’s enough. Let’s go already.”

She could see that Crew Cut was absolutely fearless and clearly not one to scoff at. As such, she certainly did not want Blondie to dig a deeper hole for them–the sooner they left, the better.

Blondie nodded and left with the girls.

Once outside, Blondie quickly asked Aria, “Are you alright?”