Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 738 - : Ten Thousand a Night, To Sell or Not to Sell

Chapter 738: Chapter 738: Ten Thousand a Night, To Sell or Not to Sell

“I’ve told you I don’t want to drink with you. How many times must I repeat myself?” Lilac Serval’s face turned grim.

Repeating herself was not her forte, she regarded it as politeness and civility to say it once.

“This lady, so hot-tempered. How about a game? See, I have a glass of wine, you have one too. We roll the dice; whoever loses takes a sip. How about that?”

Lilac Serval sneered coldly, disdainful.

A childish game.

“Sister Serval, you should leave. I can handle this.” Suddenly, a voice called out.

Lilac Serval glanced at the voice’s source with a sympathetic look, shaking her head: “Let’s move to another table, somewhere quieter.”

“Alright.”

Little 11 couldn’t stand them harassing Lilac Serval. Upon hearing Lilac Serval’s command, he immediately prepared to stand up from the couch.

But before he could straighten his legs, two towering men held him down, ready to strike.

“Kid, who gave you so much nerve? I haven’t even spoken yet, and you dare to speak?” One of them grabbed his chin.

“Sister Serval, you go ahead; I’ll be fine.” Little 11 hoarsely forced out from the man’s choke.

His throat was being choked; his face was pale as he struggled for breath.

After forcing out a few words, he could no longer speak.

Lilac Serval’s hand gripping the wine glass tightened, her fingertips turning white.

Suddenly, she changed her expression, targeted the man’s hand, and flung the wine glass at it.

“Ah…”

The glass shattered on the man’s wrist, a shard of glass lodged in his artery.

“Damn, I’m bleeding, help…” The man’s face changed, and he quickly let go.

Panic ensued as he frantically covered his wound, a look of horror on his face.

“Take Number Two to the hospital!” The men were thrown into a panic.

In haste and disarray, they whisked the injured man away.

“Cough, cough…”

Little 11 lay on the couch, coughing non-stop, his neck stinging from the squeeze.

The man with the cigarette grew impatient and grabbed Lilac Serval, intending to drag her away.

In his area, no one had ever shown him so much disrespect, refusing even a simple drink.

“Fucking hell, you think you’re something because you’re a beauty? To put it nicely, you’re a beauty. To put it bluntly, anyone could have you if they’re willing to pay. Ten thousand for one night, will you sell yourself?” He squeezed Lilac Serval’s wrist.

Lilac Serval kept her face indifferent.

As soon as he finished speaking, she skillfully shook his hand off.

Nearly instantly, she fiercely thrust her high heel into his belly!

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In the next second, she grabbed his arm, used a shoulder throw, and, with a loud “thud,” forcefully hurled him onto the ground!

Lilac Serval stood calm and unflustered, her hair still perfectly in place.

She reached for the bottle of red wine on the table and lifted it without hesitation.

Splash, splash…

The entire bottle of red wine was poured over the man sprawled on the ground!

“Damn!” The man on the ground could hardly make any sound due to the sheer pain, now drenched also in red wine!

“Get lost.” Lilac Serval said flatly.

Seeing this spectacle, the other men quickly understood—this woman was no pushover.

No wonder she dared to confront them…

A wise man knows better than to challenge a tough opponent. The men quickly helped up the groaning leader and left.

Just a woman, what could she possibly do?

“Let’s go, we’ll come back with more men!” they yelled as they stumbled towards the exit.

The crowd grew round them, but Lilac Serval acted as if nothing had happened and picked up her bag from the sofa.

“Little 11, let’s switch tables. This place is a mess.” Lilac Serval remarked indifferently.

Little 11 was stunned and took a while to come back to his senses.

His eyes had forgotten to blink, and he was utterly awed by the display.

“Sister Serval, you’re amazing!”