<h4>Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Don’t Push Me Too Far!</h4>


    Unlucky, really unlucky.


    These past few days, I haven’t seen a single woman who caught my eye. Finally, I found one interesting, and she turned out to be Matthew Saxon’s woman.


    Off to a disappointing start, Knox Simmons lost his mood for flirting tonight.


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    "Scarlett Yates, do you know how dangerous it is for a girl to go drinking alone at a bar?" After driving off the annoying guy, Matthew Saxon slowly turned around, his gaze heavy as he stared at the woman drunk and slumped over the bar counter, with an inexplicable hint of anger in his cold tone.


    She’s really gutsy.


    To daree alone to a chaotic ce like the bar to drink.


    Not only drink but even dare to get drunk.


    Does she have any sense of safety?


    In her current state, if she gets targeted by someone with ill intentions, does she know what the consequences could be?


    This damned foolish woman, does she even know what kind of person Knox Simmons is?


    Every woman who falls into his hands ispletely devoured, not even a shred left.


    Under the dim lights, ayer of chill covered his handsome face, like a beautiful ice sculpture.


    That Rainbow Bridge cocktail was finished sip by sip by Scarlett Yates as Matthew Saxon and Knox Simmons were chatting.


    The effect of the cocktail gradually kicked in.


    Drunk, her eyes blurry, she slumped over the bar, staring at Matthew Saxon for a few seconds, frowning, and sneering, "I’ll go wherever I want, do whatever I want, what’s it to you?"


    "Why aren’t you busy with your beauties and fun, what did youe here for?"


    Then, she burped, still holding the empty ss cup. She stuck her hand straight out to the bartender, boldly demanding, "Get, get me another one."


    The next second, the ss was snatched from her hand.


    The person who grabbed the drink was not only rough but yelled fiercely at her, "No more drinking,e with me."


    "Leave me alone!" Having the drink taken, Scarlett Yates red in anger, shouting furiously, "Why do you care, you have your fun everywhere and I can’t have a drink? Matthew Saxon, don’t you dare push me too far!"


    Scarlett Yates was truly drunk.


    Her head swayed, her body unsteady, reaching to snatch the drink, her hand grabbed at nothing, confusedly her eyes widened, her head shook twice, reaching again towards a figure but caught only air.


    In her eyes, Matthew Saxon had turned into five blurred silhouettes.


    Every silhouette was so detestable.


    "Go find your Natalie Hughes, leave, leave me alone, today I won’t quit till I’m drunk!" She reached out for a while without gaining the ss back, angrily biting her lip, defiantly turning her head, shouted at the bartender, "Give me, give me a bottle of whiskey!"


    "Miss, you’re drunk, you can’t drink anymore." The bartender dared not actually give her whiskey.


    With her capacity and current state, even half a bottle could cause trouble.


    Though his earnings rely on selling drinks, he didn’t want any fatal incident because of it.


    Moreover, the gentleman beside her was in a bad mood, his face stern, eyes cold that anyone would fear, he’d definitely not provoke.


    "I’m not drunk!" Scarlett Yates frowned, unhappily growling, "Who says I’m drunk, I’m sober, you, you quit bbing, give, give me the drink!"