Nick on the opposite couch gazed at her with his sharp eyes. Long hair and short skirt, gorgeous features, fair and elegant neckline. Her red lips were always so charming as if she was smiling.

Such a woman was an absolutely deadly temptation to every man!

Nick met her for the first time in Flower City.

She was sitting alone at the bar in the first-floor lobby, with long and dazzling hair and a red dress. She was just staring down at the drink in her hand, as if the noise of the crowd and the music had nothing to do with her.

All the men in the bar were watching her every move and it seemed that they were going to take action soon.

It was as if Nick was summoned, who walked over and introduced himself.

And then, all of a sudden, he mocked himself that he tried to chat a woman up by this old trick!

Maybe he was so completely out of control of his brain that he couldn't even think about it, which was the only explanation

He said he'd buy her a drink and she refused.

Nick still remembered the first thing Sherry said to him at the time.

She said, "In Flower City, I don't drink what other people order or what's out of my sight!

"You're still so cautious!" Nick withdrew his sharp gaze, took the glass of wine she'd prepared, and sighed softly.

"A woman always has to be cautious!" Sherry didn't comment on Nick's words. She smiled at him, and she took a small sip.

Compared to Sherry's calmness, Nick was a bit bored.

He gulped the glass of wine.

They were silent for almost twenty minutes. Nick leaned against the couch and watched Sherry, who drank her wine and refused some men chatting her up.

After Sherry drank two small glasses of vodka, Nick finally couldn't resist any longer when he suddenly got up and took the bottle away from her.

"It's not good for a woman to drink too much alcohol. You will get old!"

That was when Sherry looked down at the empty glass in her hand as if she was coming to her senses. Placing it on the table, she got up slowly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

In the two years she'd been back to South City, she'd been to more parties and drank more than she'd eaten in the past two years.

It was natural that she could drink much.

What's more, whether it was a party in Flower City or a party in Scenery Garden, drinking much alcohol was a talisman.

"Macy, that man must be of an unusual status to convince you to come, right?"

"Macy, who the hell is that man?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. I don't care about the other men, but the one in the middle is mine tonight! I've even booked the presidential suite at the SenWell Hotel. Whoever fights me tonight, I will kill those people!"

"Macy, we're not afraid to fight you!"

"Exactly, exactly! We still know much about ourselves!"

Four or five pretty young girls were laughing and walking through the bar's long corridor towards the bathroom.

Sherry wiped the water off her hands, took one look at herself in the mirror, and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

Some distance out of the corridor, she suddenly bumped into a strange woman's shoulder!

"Do you have eyes or not? You're blind for hitting me in such a wide way!" Macy Carpenter, who had been lightly bumped on the shoulder, got very angry and pushed Sherry out of the way.

Sherry slammed right into the wall of the corridor as she glanced coldly at those people and continued to walk forward.

She was having a bad day and didn't want to get into trouble.

Macy saw her trying to go around, so she stopped her, "I'm talking to you! Impolite bitch. You hit me and you're still trying to leave?"