<b>Chapter </b>44
Aubree’s <b>clear </b>eyes grew misty, her mind growing heavier as the alcohol dragged her consciouse
She was forced to down two whole bottles of liquor. Though she struggled fiercely, the
Aubree was a total lightweight. Even one ss would knock her out
down into the abyss.
eher drink most of it
Matilda tried to intervene, but she’d already been force fed so much alcohol that just standing was a struggle. When Han’s thus grabbed she couldn’t even break free.
Koreling on the floor, Aubree coughed violently. Her throat burned with dryness, and all she could think about was how desperately she needed a dr
Het vision grew increasingly hazy, Biting down hard on the tip of her tongue until she drew blood, Aubree forced herself to stay conscious. Through gritted teeth, she shared, “Ono… more… bottle.”
The metalic taste of blood and the sharp pain jolted her back to rity. Her forehead was beaded with sweat. “Hold on, she told herself desperately. Hi copse now, both Matilda and I are finished!”
Gasping for breath, Aubree fixed Han with a fierce <b>re</b>. The sudden intensity radiating from her actually made him finch momentarily
Realizing he’d been intimidated by a mare slip of a girl Han cursed under his breath, “Fuck this! Hurry the hell up and force thatst bottle down her throat. Let’s see how tough this <b>little </b><b>bitch </b>really is”
Han’s thug approached with thest bottle of liquor. Truth be told, Aubree looked utterly wrecked, kneeling on the ground, using every ounce of strength just to keep herself from copsing face first. Her upper body was soaked halfway through with liquor, and her ponytail had somehowe undone, her hair tangled and stered drunkenly across her face inplete disarray.
Just as the bottle was about to touch her lips, the door to the private room was violently kicked open once more.
Before anyone could react, the thug approaching Aubree with the bottle was kicked flying
With a loud crash, the bottle hit the floor, spilling liquor
in everywhe
Aubree looked up, dazed. When she recognized the man, her eyes instantly welled up with tears. Red–eyed and gritting her teeth, she struggled to her fest, pointed at Han, and slurred defiantly, “Go to hell, asshole! My knight in shining armor is here!”
As soon <b>as </b>she finished speaking, her body went limp<b>, </b>and she began to copse, <b>but </b>Bowen caught her in his arms just in time.
pilie, who had been <b>anxiously </b>following Bowen, didn’t know whether tough or cry when he heard this. He felt that she girl really had Bowen figured
Shout.
The cool, calming aura around him made her feelpletely at ease. With a contented sigh, she shifted and nestled deeper into his arms, finally able to
“You’re right on time again…she mumbled drunkenly, her breath <b>heavy </b>with alcohol, Bowen was torn between anger and sement
Holding her protectively in his arms, Bowen looked down at the disheveled, alcohol–drenched figure. His eyes darkened with a gathering storm of fury he looked up. “Ethan, <b>Samson</b><b>, </b>handle then”
No sooner had he given the order than Ethan and Samson sprang into action, ruthlessly pummeling everyone in the private room and leaving the whole group sprawled and groaning on the floor.
Han screamed and struggled as Ethan and Samson forced him to his knees in bont of Bowen
Han shouted, “Who the hell are you haards? Daring toy hands on me! You got <b>any </b>idea who you’re messing with?”
Chapter <b>44 </b>
Ollie leaned forward with a grin and said, “Of course I know y
now you, Aren’t you Hant Don’t tell me you don’t recogn
“You’re Mr. Lane?” Han stammered. He didn’t recognize Bowen, but he knew Ollie in that instant, it hit him that Aubree must be connected to i
“Mr. Lane, this was just a terrible misunderstanding had no idea the girl was one of yours. How penny, and we’ll
call it even, alright?”
Han, who had been full of bluster just moments ago instantly covered
He couldn’t afford to mess with the Lane family,
Ollie shook his head. “You’re barking up the wrong tree this time. This gill She’s his”
w about this? You take all three of them. I’ll returne
Pointing at Bowen, Olle said with a smirk, “And him? Let me introduce you properly, this is Bowen Turner.”
Bowen shot him a re, inwardly grumbling, “Since when did he start addressing Bree so intimately?”
At the mention of Bowen’s <b>name</b>, Han’s legs went weak. People in Rithol City might not recognize his face, but his name alone was enough to strike fear into anyone who heard it.
Han thought he’d only offended Mr. Lane, little did he know he’d crossed paths with someone far more terrifying.
He said, “Mr. Turnert I swear I had no
no idea she was under your protection!”
While Olle could still smile and <b>say </b>a few words to him, Bowen wouldn’t hold back at all.
Bowenmanded coldly. “Force the liquor down his throat, don’t stop until he needs his stomach pumped. Then throw him in jail
“Mark’s calling<b>,” </b>Ollie said to Bowen, ncing at his phone as they stepped out of the private room
They left so abruptly. Given how close they were, <b>no </b>one took <b>offense</b>, though it did leave everyone
e wondering what had happened.
“Cover for me, will you? Bree’s had way too much to drink, I’m taking her home now.” Bowen carried Aubree straight toward the door.
Cradled in Bowen’s arms, Aubree’s mind <b>grow </b>increasingly hazy, her thoughts sinking into a drunken fog
Just as Bowen strode toward the door, he nearly collided with Alvining from the other direction. They wore both silently wondering, “What’s he doing here?!
“Alvin?” Bowen asked.
“Bree used my credentials to get in Alvin said, btedly realizing something was off. Worried something might have happened, <b>he’d </b>rushed <b>over </b>immediately.
Alvin’s gazended on Aubree, curled up against Bowen’s chest. Her expression was troubled, forehead listening with sweat, and cheeks flushed. Even from a distance, the pungent stench of alcohol radiated from her.
Alvin felt a surge of sed reproach. He thought bitterly, I was way too careless. I just assumed Aubree could handle everything
a girl going into <b>a </b>club alone, but I didn’t even ask mere questions or make sure she’d be sale before letting her go in.”
Alvin’s face twisted with self–reproach. “Damn it, I screwed up,” he muttered.
Bowen tightened his protective hold around Bree. “I’m taking her home first. That girl from your team is still here. Deal with her yourself.
Bowen didn’t me Alvin at all. After giving him a couple of quick instructions, he hurried off with Bree in his arms.
Barely two minutes after getting in the car, the girl who had been so docile in Bowen’s arms stirred with a soft, dated murmur Aubree blinked blearily, her once clear eyes now clouded with <b>a </b>drunken <b>haze</b><b>. </b>Looking up at Bowen, she slurred, “Who are <b>you</b><b>?</b>”
<b>Was </b>
With that, her body began squirming restlessly in his arms, rubbing against him with des
Aubree struggled in his arms and slurred drunkenly, “Lemme por
Bowen’s head was pounding at the drunken Aubree thrashed in his arms. She was s “Hey, stop squirming he said, exasperated.
singly strong for her son, he could barely keep her in th
He absentmindedly gave her a pat, not even noticing where his handnded, until the unexpected sensation made Bowen tre
A soft, springy sensation still lingered in hes palm
Bowen’s ears flushed red as realization dawned. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he looked down and n pervert! You smacked my butt!” Aubree slurred usingly
the indignant re of Aubree in his arms
Ethan, diving up front, suddenly lost his grip on the steering wheel, sending the car into a sharp swerve. The jolt threw Bowen sideways mit and Aubree nearly hit her head against the window.
“Mr. Turner, a car just cut in front of <b>us</b>,” Ethan stammered, mortified. He thought, “What kind of x–rated talk did I just overhear?
Bowen said, “Raise the partition.”
The privacy partition slid up, sealing off the back seat and turning it into their own secluded world.
Aubree kept staring at Bowen with those fiery, unyielding eyes, making it clear she wasn’t going to let this go until he exined himself.
“I didn’t mean to,” Bowen said, rubbing his nose with a sheepish smile.
Aubree shot back with a yful grin, “Oh sure, you totally meant that!”
Bowen was rendered speechless. He thought, “How did this sweet girl turn into such a handful when she was drunk?”
Seeing him speechless, Aubree let out a couple of smug hums and dered triumphantly, “I’m not that pushover Aubree anymore! Let me tell you, en<ul><li>better of me.” wouldn’t get thet family showed up now, they if the whole Wilson</li></ul>
She seemed so much more childlike than <b>usual</b>. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she boasted, radiating the kind of yful confidence only a girl her ape could have
She slurred, leaning in with drunken solemnity. “Lemme tell you a secret, if you ever start liking Carmen, I’m gonna ignore you”
Bowen watched her quietly, his gaze fixed on her unusually bright eyes. Even though she was smiling now, all he felt was a pang of heartache.
When she was sober, she bottled everything up inside, her hatred for the Wilson family and her disgust toward Carmen forced her to mature far beyond her years.
desperately pushing herself to grow up fast.
Now that she was drunk, all her pent–up resentment finally spilled out, cloaked in yful teasing.
He thought, “How much she must have suffered all these years.
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