Sister Mei noticed the tone of Scarlett Glenn’s voice, “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Give up?
Are you kidding.”
She’s come this far, there’s no turning back now, and she won’t stop until she gets what she wants, using whatever means necessary.
Bloody and bruised, even willing to die, she was willing to risk it all.
She just wanted those sluts who had wronged her mother and herself to receive their due punishment.
She didn’t care about anything else.
Sister Mei suddenly couldn’t bear it, “Scarlett Glenn… how about you forget it and come back?
Or I’ll go pick you up.
I can get you other roles without this one.”
Scarlett Glenn looked at herself in the mirror, so beautiful.
A 25-year-old woman, the most gorgeous time in her life when a flower is in full bloom.
Scarlett Glenn caressed her face, “Other roles?
Without Mr.
Howard, Mr.
Serene, or Mr.
Oscar, or Mr.
Rove, it’s useless, Sister Mei.”
“Scarlett Glenn…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let myself be wronged.”
After hanging up the phone, Scarlett Glenn felt the effects of alcohol kicking in.
She took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, put one between her lips, and searched for a lighter, but couldn’t find it.
Scarlett Glenn bit down on her cigarette and wobbled out, noticing a man standing by the entrance of the men’s bathroom.
He was tall, but she couldn’t make out his face because of the dim light.
However, she could see that his lips were moving as if he was talking on the phone.
Scarlett Glenn squinted her eyes, this guy had nice lips.
They looked…so irresistibly kissable.
It also felt like there was a familiar sense about him…
Scarlett Glenn walked up to him, “Hey, got a light?”
The man looked at her, and as Scarlett Glenn raised her head, the effects of alcohol made her somewhat dizzy, seeing his face blurred.
The more she tried to see his features clearly, the harder it was.
Not far from the private room, another man stormed out cursing, “Damn it, I spent so much money, and you only let me play with a saline bag?
What the fuck…
don’t make me complain to the 3.15 platform about you.”
His loud voice made Scarlett Glenn’s head feel dizzier.
She giggled and held up her C-cup breasts, “Hey, do you think these are saline bags?”
With a flick, a small flame lit up and reached Scarlett Glenn’s face.
Scarlett Glenn leaned in to light her cigarette, “Thank you.”
“Want one?”
“No need.”
The moment the flame died, Scarlett Glenn could clearly see the shape of the man’s lips: thin, cold, red, and seductive with a slight icy glint.
It felt as if there was a nameless charm, something familiar stirring within.
The alcohol in her system seemed to have instantly turned into an aphrodisiac, causing her to feel hot and dizzy, and unable to control herself.
Scarlett Glenn’s mouth became dry, and she suddenly grew thirsty.
She stared at the man’s lips,
and pushed him against the wall, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.
In the dimly lit bathroom entrance, amidst the background of curses, Scarlett Glenn kissed a man whose face she couldn’t clearly see.
She felt a little crazy.
But…
she was a crazy person to begin with, so what did it matter?
Rather than being taken advantage of by Mr.
Howard, she would rather have fun with this handsome guy.
This sense of revenge deepened her kiss.
This feeling… It felt so familiar, had she kissed this man before?
The scent of alcohol lingered between their lips, a woman’s fragrance that was even more intoxicating than the alcohol itself.
In a hazy embrace, Scarlett Glenn released the man.
“This is a token of appreciation.
It tasted good…”
Good night!
Xoxo