"You!" Sister Waverly's face darkened.
Of course she knew Lilac Serval was unprincipled; if a fight broke out, she would certainly be at a disadvantage.
She didn't bring bodyguards when she went out to have fun.
And as for the boss's bodyguards, who knew which side they would take, or how formidable they were.
"Sister Waverly, please move aside, come on. Look at how rich you are—do you really need this piece of fresh meat that badly? Boss, how about refunding Sister Waverly the fifty thousand?" Lilac Serval leaned against the wall, smiling seductively.
She was naturally enchanting, and under the dim lights, she seemed even more beguiling.
From downstairs, music pulsed intermittently, a heady mix of revelry and wealth.
"Refund? Of course, that can be arranged," the boss laughed.
"Do I look like I'm hurting for fifty thousand? Huh?!" Sister Waverly bristled. "I said move aside means move aside!"