The later it was, the more people there were in the bar. Franti Cassia was totally drunk. When she saw a handsome man, she would call him Louis. She asked, "Why do you speak for Wendy? Why?"
"Why can't I compete with her? Tell me, I can change." She leaned on the man and murmured.
"Who is this woman? My god, who can come out and get her?" The man was confused and raised his hands, not daring to move.
Not far away, Allen was watching the scene. His cold eyes were filled with coldness. After drinking the last mouthful of wine, he slowly walked forward, easily grabbed the collar of Franti's shirt with one hand, and took her out.
In the car, Allen fastened the seat belt for her in disgust and sighed. Then he started the car and soon arrived at the apartment.