?Chapter 141:


    Davina frowned and stepped back. The smell of the three drunkards hit her hard—sweat and alcohol mixed into a sickening stench. It clung to the air like rot.


    One of the drunkards spoke up. “Hey, gorgeous. All alone? Join us for a drink—it’s on us.”


    Hispanions quickly jumped in. “Yeah. And looks like you were expecting us. Even brought cards. How thoughtful.”


    “We’re heading to the next round of fun, babe. Tag along. Keep us happy, and you’ll be well paid.”


    Three pot-bellied drunkards stood grinning like wolves in cheap suits. Their eyes roamed Davina’s body, hungry and shameless.


    Davina felt sick to her stomach. It was as if their stares could peel away her clothes—lewd, disgusting, and invasive.


    One of the drunkards pressed on when she didn’t reply. “So, what’s it gonna be, beautiful? Or do you want a little more cash thrown on you?” Then all of them broke into loud, sleazyughter. The sound scraped her nerves raw.


    The shortest one, chubby and sweating, rubbed his chin as he stared at her chest. “As long as you make us climax, money’s no issue.”


    The bald one chimed in. “Please the three of us at the same time, and you get ten grand from each of us. More if you’re worth it. We’re generous guys.”


    The third drunkard smirked. “You’ve got the looks, sweetheart. That’s why we’re making the offer. Most girls don’t get this chance.”


    Davina pressed her tongue against her cheek, gripping the cards tightly. Her patience was wearing thin. These drunk, ugly fools were now acting like they owned the world. Did they really believe she wouldn’t put them in their ce?


    She stepped forward slowly, a small smile spreading across her face. Her eyes locked onto the shortest one. The three drunkards lit up, mistaking her smile for interest. Their excitement was almostughable.


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    “Ten grand from each of you?” she asked with a sweet smile.


    “Of course!” They grinned widely, shing yellow, stained teeth. Their minds were deep in the gutter.


    The most eager one reached out, hoping to pull her in. “Come here, gorgeous. Just one kiss. I can’t hold back anymore.”


    Davina’s smile turned cold. Without warning, she raised her leg and mmed her foot into him.


    “Ugh!” he cried as he crashed to the ground, limbs iling like a stranded whale. He groaned in pain, rolling from side to side.


    Ralphy, watching from nearby, had been ready to step in—but froze mid-step. His brows lifted in surprise. He’d seen Christina in action. Now, witnessing Davina’s skills, he realized she was no damsel either. Judging by her stance, it seemed she didn’t need his help at all. He leaned against the ss door of the convenience store and lit a cigarette. His eyes stayed fixed on her, narrowed with quiet interest.


    Davina crossed her arms and smirked. “One kick, one fifty. One punch, a hundred. Step up if you’ve got the guts.”


    “Don’t just stand there! Get that bitch!” the one on the ground roared, his face red with fury. He doubted this seemingly delicate woman could take all three of them down.


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