Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 239

Brian’s expression was anything but pleasant; he looked like he was about to grind his teeth into dust. “I can’t believe it! Sabrina actually went and hired male dancers!”

Joshua noticed Allison, wine glass in hand, casually brushing her fingers over the chest of one of the male dancers. The sharp tang of the tequila and lime he’d just downed still lingered, making even the air feel acidic.

Unable to take it anymore, Joshua shot to his feet, startling Brian next to him. “Joshua, what’re you doing?”

“I’m taking her home.”

Brian snatched his arm, “Hold on. You can’t show your face right now. If Chris has spies here, all your hard work will be for nothing.”

Joshua knew Brian had a point.

Not far away, Allison was laughing, surrounded by a pack of eager men, with Sabrina egging them on. Joshua’s face darkened as he prepared to intervene, but before he could, Brian charged forward, a cool breeze following in his wake.

Joshua glanced over. Sabrina was clearly tipsy, leaning against one of the male dancers with a blissful grin. As Brian rushed over, Joshua shifted to a spot where Allison wouldn’t notice him.

Sabrina was giggling against the model’s chest when she was suddenly swept into a warm embrace. Before she could react, Brian landed a punch on the male dancer. “Get lost!”

The guy turned furious. He looked ready to fight back, but his colleague held him back, “Don’t do it!”

The punch sobered Sabrina up a bit. She gasped and instinctively checked on him, “Are you okay, sweetie?”

The guy glared at Brian, his face flushed with anger.

“I’m so sorry. Let me cover your medical bills,” Sabrina said, rummaging through her purse and handing over some cash. “Sorry, this is all I have right now, but I’ll tip you extra later.”

“Come here!” Brian barked, pulling Sabrina to his side, “Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?”

“None of your business! Do you really think you’re my brother?” Sabrina struggled to break free from his grip.

Brian held on tight, refusing to let go. “You’re coming back with me!”

Soon, the bar manager rushed over. Having heard about the commotion, he’d brought some bouncers, ready to kick out the troublemakers. But upon seeing it was Brian, his demeanor changed to one of groveling. “What’s going on here?”

Brian’s face was stormy, eyes fierce, as he sneered, “You running a brothel here or what?”

The manager was horrified, “Absolutely not, sir! You’ve got it all wrong. We’re a reputable bar.”

“Then how do you explain them?” Brian pointed at the male dancers.