Chapter 1312 During the meal, Dior kept asking her friend for advice on making a cold man drunk.
She asked a pile of questions, and perhaps her friend found it annoying that she phoned her right after.
She looked at Harry. She could not answer the call right at his face, but she desperately needed to know.
Dior put down her fork and excused herself, "I'll go to the washroom." "Okay."
She walked out and turned a corner to pick up the call.
"What is it? Is there a win-win solution?" "Make him drink!" hissed her confidante.
"Of course I know that!" retorted Dior. "The question is, how to make him drink more?"
He drank only tea throughout their dinner so far, and not once did he touch the alcohol, much to Dior's chagrin.
The friend said, "Tell him how pitiable you are, then. Make it as bad as possible. This way, he'd feel bad for you and pity you.
He'd listen to whatever you say.â
Dior blinked. Tell him how pitiable she was?
She had nothing to be pitied over!
Oh, the troubles.
Dior hung up and looked worried.
Was he not the more pitiable individual, yet she had to make herself look more miserable?
Dior thought about it for a while yet still failed to come up with something to tell him.
Finally, she could only tell about how her ex-boyfriend lied to her and how sad it was.
That she thought of him and felt sad. She needed him to drink with her.
Perfect!
Dior felt good at the idea, but as she turned back to the private room and just as she got to the door...
A big man with a pungent alcoholic breath looked at her sleazily.
"Pretty lady, where are you going? You look so lonely! Are you lonely?
Come, drink with me. I can make you so happy tonight."
Dior looked at him coldly. "Get off of me." "Ooh, so wild. I like it." The man reached out to hold her against him. Dior squinted and clenched her fists.
As she was about to teach him a lesson, she saw someone walking out of the lift...
Sonia, and that rich boyfriend of hers old enough to be her father?
Sonia seemed to have seen her, too. She held on to her boyfriend's hand and stared at her coldly.
Dior's eyes lit up. She instantly acted weak and begged, "Sir, please let me go!" "Let you go? Not a chance! You come with me to have a few drinks, and I'll let you go."
As for how bad she might turn out after drinking or what would happen after that, he could not guarantee!
Sonia smiled coldly. She held her new boyfriend and was ready to watch the show.
Dior smiled to herself, too. She was ready for her show, was she?
Hmph!
They would see who was watching who's show!
The vulgar man took pity on her small and pitiable face. "Come. Come with me. I'll make you happy."
Seeing that the man was about to hug her, the pale-faced Dior took a step back and cried out in shock, "Harry! Help me...!"
Sonia was about to watch the show, but Harry?
"My girl, thereâs no use for anyone to save you now." The vulgar man placed his hand on her shoulder with an evil grin.
Dior felt a sense of disgust and looked at the door to the room anxiously.
Why was he not out yet?
She was not worried about her own safety. She just did not want to let go of this perfect opportunity to trigger this woman!