Chapter 755


    Alvis picked up the waiter and socked him hard in the gut.


    "Dare to upset Cherry, are you asking for a fight?"


    Alvis gave him another kick, sending the waiter flying out of the private room. The waiter, wincing in


    pain, struggled to get on his feet and staggered towards the hall.


    "Oh, do you think you can escape?"


    Alvis grinned, and the whole room filled withughter.


    He picked up a wine bottle, "Cherry, watch this. Revenge ising."


    His ssmates started egging him on.


    "Alvis is so sweet to you, Cherry."


    "Should we go and watch?"


    "Come on, Cherry, let''s go."


    "Alma, youe too!"


    The waiter, exhausted, stumbled to the hall and copsed again.


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    With the ssmates'' cheer, Alvis, clutching the wine bottle, headed towards the waiter in anger.


    The other waiters and security guards stared in confusion, unsure of what happened.


    At the same time, the elevator door opened, and Arabe''s gaze fell on the scene.


    "What kind of trash is this, ruining my mood?"


    The bottle came down hard, and the waiter, too weak to resist, was hit on the head, blood running


    down his forehead. It was a horrifying sight.


    Alvis, seeing the bottle still intact,ined, "Why is this bottle so sturdy?"


    The rich kids and noblesughed, ignoring the bleeding waiter.


    Someone had gone to get the manager. The security guards wanted to help, but were afraid of


    offending these wealthy people.


    Alvis raised the bottle again, ready to strike the waiter''s head.


    Then, a figure appeared in front of the waiter, knocking the bottle out of Alvis''s hand.


    Alvis was about to get angry, but then he saw it was a pretty girl, and he was dumbfounded.


    The waiter raised his hand to shield himself, only to find Arabe had arrived when the bottle hit.


    "Are you okay?" Arabe helped the waiter. Seeing his bloody forehead, she was instantly angry.


    "Ms. Be." Evan''s nose tingled.


    He didn''t cry when he bent over to pick up chips.


    He didn''t cry when Cherry ruthlessly trampled on his hand.


    He didn''t cry when Alvis hit him.


    But why, seeing Arabe, did he suddenly feel like crying?


    A few months ago, before the club came under Romeo''s ownership, a nouveau riche caused trouble. It


    was Arabe who saved him then too.


    He owed Arabe twice now.


    It seemed like only Arabe saw him as a person.