<h4>Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Scarlett Yates, Have You Gone Crazy Enough!</h4>


    Like most drunk people, she waspletely disoriented, yet she kept insisting she was sober.


    "Miss, you really shouldn’t drink anymore." The bartender looked at Matthew Saxon awkwardly and smiled wryly, "Sir, you better take her to sober up."


    "Who wants to go with him!" The bartender’s wordspletely infuriated Scarlett Yates.


    She suddenly propped both hands on the bar, stood up, leaned forward, and red at the bartender fiercely, angrily saying, "What’s wrong with you? I told you to bring me a drink, why aren’t you doing it? Are you even selling drinks? Do you think I can’t pay?"


    "I’m telling you, I have money. It’s just a bottle of whiskey, I can afford it!" As she spoke, she struggled to pull out money "robbed" from Pighead Man from her bag, took out a stack without even counting it, and shoved it into the bartender’s hand.


    The alcohol was hitting her head, making her even dizzier. She let out two loud belches, patted the bartender’s chest twice with her small hand, full of bravado, and said, "The money, I’ve given it to you! Now hurry and get me a drink!"


    Where her hand hadnded, it felt firm and full. Emboldened by the alcohol, she couldn’t resist feeling up his chest a few more times.


    The bartender was stunned,pletely taken aback.


    Someone behind them, however, was growing more and more sullen, the chill in his eyes intensifying.


    Scarlett Yates waspletely oblivious. After taking advantage, she smacked her lips twice and admiringly eximed, "Not bad, not bad, muscles are firm and stic. Young man, you have a great physique."


    The bartender, a university student who had just graduated, blushed deeply from her teasing. Embarrassed, he looked up to meet a pair of fiercely murderous eyes, and was so frightened he quickly put the money back on the bar and turned to serve other customers.


    Scarlett Yates saw the bartender leaving and anxiously stood up to chase after him, "Why are you leaving? You haven’t given me my drink yet,e back!"


    As her hands left the bar, she could no longer maintain her bnce. Her steps were unsteady, and she just took one step before falling straight to the ground.


    At the moment her body was about to make intimate contact with the floor, amidst her screams, a pair of strong arms timely caught her.


    She crashed headfirst into Matthew Saxon’s embrace.


    Her forehead bumped against his rock-hard muscles, causing her to cry out in pain. Unreasonably, she wed and punched in his embrace, "Bastard, let me go!"


    Matthew Saxon’s face darkened with anger, "Scarlett Yates, have you lost your mind enough yet?"


    "Leave, I don’t need you to take care of me!" She wed and hit for a while, but finding it useless, she opened her mouth and bit down on his chest.


    "Scarlett Yates, what kind of madness are you up to? Look at the state you’re in right now! Come back with me immediately!" Matthew Saxon held down her restless little head, pinched her chin, and started dragging her out with one hand.


    "I’m not leaving, you barbarian, bastard, son of a bitch, you pervert, let go of me! Why do you have the right to take me back?" Scarlett Yates, dragged by him, stumbled outside.


    Her head was getting dizzier, everything she saw became blurred.


    Matthew Saxon’s figure also became increasingly blurry in her eyes, asionally ovepping with a few other figures, then suddenly splitting apart.


    The explosive music resounded in the dance floor, under the multicolored spinning lights, the figures of men and women also ambiguously ovepped.