The two, Galen Longman and Zed Smith looked at each seat.
Since Freda had rushed into the dancing floor, Rachel couldn't stand the atmosphere anymore. She didn't drink any wine, thinking that if Freda drank too much later, she could get her back.
Galen Longman saw Rachel from a distance and walked up quickly. He didn't expect that someone would take the lead.
"Miss, can I buy you a drink?" A man stood in front of Rachel.
Rachel's face was as cold as ice.
"Sorry." Rachel's indifference didn't stop the man.
"Are you alone, miss?"
Rachel frowned. She never liked people who were too active.
"No, can you go away?" Rachel didn't show any respect.
The man's face was a little embarrassed, so he grabbed Rachel's hand.
"I think you'd better be sensible."
When Rachel was a little worried, Galen Longman appeared behind the man.
Rachel's heart sank instantly.
"I think you should worry about yourself." Rachel looked at the man confidently.