Chapter 196
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The lights on the dance floor were magical, dazzling, colorful, blue, red, purple, and yellow.
Bertha elegantly leaned her back against the pillar, she looked at Calista who was frantically dancing along with the others on the dance floor.
She doesn't like noisy places.
So she just wanted to stand aside and watch people, she always clapped her hands to encourage Calista to dance very beautifully.
Occasionally Bertha glanced at the stream of people moving back and forth on the dance floor.
Bruno was leaning against the second-floor railing. Because Bertha's position was a bit far away, combined with the flashing lights in the bar, she couldn't see his face. She just saw him looking down at the dance floor like she was right now.
She didn't look anymore, suddenly Archie silently walked in front of her.
His expression was very serious, and he whispered into her ear. "There's something wrong with the atmosphere in the bar today, please be careful."
Bertha said "Um" softly, her expression still calm. "Just now when I entered the VIP room, did you see the man who looked very similar to the one you described?"
"Yes." Archie nodded honestly.
"Is that him?"
Archie thought for a moment then he shook his head. "Even though I'm not completely sure, the taste in this bar is unusual tonight. The owner is only instructing me, you should be a little more careful."
As soon as Archie finished speaking, out of nowhere a tall, handsome man appeared and approached Bertha.
Bertha glanced at him, his appearance was good, like the intellectual and gentle guys, so she said. "Wazzup?"
The man was a little embarrassed. He seemed to have mustered up all his courage and pointed at a group of young men sitting in the other chair, his eyes pleading.
"Hello, I lost the game so I have to fulfill my promise to my friend to get to know you. As long as you drink this glass of wine, can you help me?"
Bertha and Archie looked at each other but no one answered, their eyes contained smiles.
The other man didn't see Bertha open her mouth to respond to him. He was very embarrassed, but he was still very patient. He even took the initiative to pour a glass of wine and give it to Bertha.
"Girl, okay?"
Bertha did not move, nor did she accept the invitation.
Besides, Archie also reminded her. "Mistress, don't drink alcohol offered by strangers."
The other man was embarrassed, he bowed his head and said. "I noticed you from the crowd just now. Your beauty is not like other girls. Surely you won't refuse my offer?"
Archie was still like a chirping baby bird next to her. "No, not accepted, ma'am."
Under the inconclusive attack of the two men, Bertha finally raised her eyebrows, smiled sweetly, and replied. "Okay."
The man saw that she agreed, and he gave her a glass of wine.
Bertha was about to accept the glass of wine.
Her hand had just touched the glass of wine when suddenly someone's long, slender hands stopped the other man's glass of wine.
Bertha turned her head and saw that cold face staring at the man who offered her drinks, his eyes filled with anger.
"You don't deserve to buy her a drink."
Why is Derek here?
Her eyes looked behind Derek.
Not only was he here, but Liam, Tommy, Donald, Tyrone, and Casey were all present.
She instinctively raised her head to look up at the second-floor balcony. Bruno was still standing there. Because of the backlight, she couldn't see his expression, but she could recognize his eyes, he was coming this way.
The other man was scolded by Derek, he looked innocently at Bertha. "Girl, I don't have any malice, it's just a glass of wine, I don't know why this guy insulted me like that."
"You're right, it's just a glass of wine."
Bertha curled her lips into a smile, her slender fingertips holding the glass of red wine in Derek's hand.
Derek didn't give her the glass of wine, his black eyes flashed a gloomy look, and his expression was unsightly.
Her beautiful eyes looked at him with a gentle, soft expression, she coaxed. "Be good, let go. Next time you buy me a drink, I'll drink it too."
With just this one sentence, Derek was immediately comforted.
Bertha picked up the glass of wine and brought it up to her nose to smell it, the corner of her lips gently approached the rim of the glass, and she raised the glass as if about to drink.
The other man saw her movement, and a flash of excitement appeared in his eyes.
But just as the wine was about to touch her lips, Bertha suddenly stopped her movements.
She looked at the other man with sarcastic eyes. "You hope I drink it, don't you?"
The other man was stunned, his eyes were full of expectation, and he nodded.
A second later, Bertha's smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, and she directly threw the glass of wine in the other person's face. "In this glass of wine, you know exactly what you put in. The taste is also great, please slowly taste it."
Originally she didn't pay attention, but coincidentally, this man said he was coming from the next room, Derek's group of people appeared, they blocked her but there was no reaction, moreover His expression was too considerate.
The man had red wine splashed all over his face and said a little angrily. "It's okay if you don't drink, why are you saying bad things about me? Disappointing."
He wiped his face, bent his head down, and took a handkerchief from his pocket.
Derek closely observed him, discovering that when this person lowered his head, his face revealed a sharp look, a very dangerous expression.
The man took advantage of Bertha's lack of attention. He took a small glass bottle from his pocket and tossed it towards Bertha's face.
"Careful."
