My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1506

Shirley could surely outdrink anyone. I lost count of how much brandy she had drunk. She drunkenly slumped over the table, but she was still muttering that she wanted more.

I had just helped her out of the bar when we ran into trouble. Jarold City wasn't a dangerous place, but it did not mean that it was all safe.

It was two drunk men. As they saw Shirley and me stumbling out, they started saying vulgar things to us. "Hey, look at these half-drunken ladies. Don't you feel lonely drinking alone here? Shall we drink together? Let us relieve your loneliness. I promise you will be satisfied. Come with us, won't you?"

They lunged towards us with their grubby hands outreached.

"Get your filthy hands off them!" A woman spoke sternly from behind us.

I was startled. I turned around and realized that it was Chloe. Her expression was as cold as ice. Her makeup was so heavy that it looked eery. She was also wearing a wig that did not suit her.

The two men sneered when they saw her. "Hey, ugly, don't poke your nose into other people's businesses. F*ck off before I do you any harm."

Chloe ignored their insults and responded coldly, "I'd like to see you try. Let's see who's tougher."

The man frowned and stole a glance at us. Then, he spat at Chloe and scolded, "F*ck! It's just a few ugly women anyways. Forget it, let's go. There's no point wasting my time to talk to a few basic batches."

And with that, the two men left.

I watched their figures disappear into the dark and turned back to look at Chloe. It was only at that moment that I noticed that she was holding a business card in her hand. What was she doing?

Without thinking much of it, I thanked her sincerely, "Thank you so much!"

I didn't leave but instead examined her closely. I asked, "Is it because of the chemotherapy?" Due to chemotherapy needed for her lung cancer, her hair would fall and her health would decline day by day. Even her face would gradually lose its color.

She put on heavy makeup and even a wig. She was a prideful person. No matter how much she loved money, she would never prostitute herself. The only possibility was that she desperately needed money for the chemotherapy.

She clenched the business cards in her fist and looked at me indifferently. "It's none of your business. Just go away."

It seemed that she was really sick with lung cancer.

She was a woman who would not swallow her pride. I took a glance at her and said, "Since you are doing business, there is no reason for you to reject your customer. Let's go, come with me tonight!"