Ryan Quinn’s face couldn’t look worse; his molars were about to crack from grinding, "I’m so angry, this Yvonne Coleman even dared to hire a male model!" Adrian Jennings saw Talia holding a wine glass in one hand and touching a male model’s chest with the other. The sour taste of the tequila lemon and the spiciness of the drink filled the mouth, even the air seemed to turn sour. Adrian couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up abruptly, scaring Ryan beside him, "Adrian, what are you doing?" Ryan grabbed him, "Don’t be impulsive, it’s inconvenient for you to show yourself now. If Vincent Fletcher’s spies are in the bar, wouldn’t your previous efforts to cut ties be wasted?" Adrian knew this well. Not far away, Talia was laughing brightly, surrounded by several men vying for her attention, while Yvonne cheered from the side. Adrian’s face was grim, ready to say something, when suddenly Ryan dashed off, bringing a gust of cold wind. Adrian looked over, seeing Yvonne drunkenly leaning her head against a male model’s chest, looking infatuated. Seeing Ryan rush over, Adrian worried about being discovered and moved to a spot out of Talia’s line of sight. Over there, Yvonne was happily clinging to the guy’s chest, when she suddenly swayed and fell into warm arms. Before Yvonne could react, Ryan delivered a punch to the male model’s face, "Get lost!" The male model, furious at being punched, wanted to hit back but was tightly held back by his colleagues, "Don’t be impulsive!" The punch sobered Yvonne up halfway, she gasped and instinctively stepped forward to check the male model, "Brother, are you okay?" The male model’s face was grim, red with anger, glaring at Ryan. "I really apologize, I’ll give you some medical expenses." Yvonne said, lowering her head to rummage through her bag, pulling out red bills and stuffing them into the male model’s arms, "Sorry, I only have this cash; I’ll add five thousand to your tip later." "Come here!" Ryan angrily dragged Yvonne to his side, "Isn’t this embarrassing enough?" Talia, who was originally dizzy, sobered up a bit with the commotion, staring at Ryan intently, "Ryan, why are you here?" "I’m here to take Yvonne home." Ryan finished answering Talia, turned to pull Yvonne, "You’re coming home with me!" Talia asked, "Did he come too?" "No, I came alone." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the ⓝovelFire.net Disappointment flashed in Talia’s eyes. Of course, now he has a beauty in his arms, indulging in tenderness, how could he have time to care about her? Talia hugged the wine bottle, taking another two sips. "Ryan, are you crazy? Can’t you speak properly without hitting anyone?" Yvonne angrily rebuked him. Ryan chuckled out of anger, "How do you expect me to talk properly? You’ve already leaned into someone’s arms, Yvonne, is that how your mom taught you?" "Mind your own business! You really think you’re my brother?" Yvonne struggled, trying to break free from Ryan’s grip. Ryan held on tightly, refusing to let go, "You’re coming back with me!" Soon, the bar manager hurriedly rushed over. The manager had heard about the disturbance and brought some bouncers over, ready to throw people out. But once he saw it was the Quinn Family’s heir, he nodded and smiled sycophantically, "Mr. Quinn, what happened?" Ryan’s face was dark, his eyes revealing a ruthless streak, "Do you offer soft erotic services here?" The manager was terrified, "No, no, you misunderstand, we’re a legitimate bar." "Then how do you explain those guys?" Ryan pointed at the male models. The manager’s forehead dripped with cold sweat, cautiously replying, "These are just drinking companions, legitimate ones who only accompany drinks, not selling themselves." Ryan pressed on, "Oh? Really? Then why didn’t he move when my sister was drunk and leaning on him, and I see he was quite enjoying the expression?" "No, no, our drinking companion just helped a lady who was drunk, purely out of kindness. Mr. Quinn, it’s just a misunderstanding." Yvonne didn’t want to escalate the situation, helping the manager, "I just drank too much and almost fell, this gentleman helped me a bit, Ryan, don’t make a fuss!" Ryan was infuriated, even more incredulous, "I’m making a fuss?" Yvonne rubbed her temples, "Alright, I’ll go back with you, don’t act like some spoiled brat causing trouble everywhere." Ryan was about to explode, his face flushed with anger, "Fine, fine, I’m making a fuss, I’m a spoiled brat causing trouble everywhere, Yvonne, you’re amazing!" With that, Ryan let go of Yvonne’s hand and stormed off angrily. Yvonne smiled apologetically at the manager, "Sorry, my brother can be unreasonable sometimes. I’ll settle the bill now." A man dressed like a waiter handed over a QR code, "You spent sixty-five thousand yuan tonight." Yvonne scanned the code and paid seventy thousand, "The extra five thousand is for my brother’s medical expenses." The manager smiled obsequiously, "You’re too kind." Yvonne actually had a good alcohol tolerance; she wasn’t drunk at all. She pretended to be drunk just to flirt with the male model brother. Who would’ve thought that just as she made a move, Ryan would suddenly show up out of nowhere, ruining her fun and embarrassing her in public? Now she wished a hole would open up and swallow her. Turning back to look at Talia, who was flushed and dazed, gulping the wine. Yvonne snatched the wine bottle, "Darling, stop drinking, you’re drunk; I’ll call someone to take you home." Talia was truly drunk, with flushed cheeks streaked with tears. "Wah wah wah wah, Adrian Jennings is such a jerk..." Talia’s sobs weren’t suppressed, and although Adrian wasn’t far away, her cries mixed with the blaring music reached his ears, making his heart tremble. His body moved faster than his brain; he took two steps forward but suddenly paused. He told himself this. Talia suddenly looked up towards him, their eyes meeting for a moment. Adrian quickly averted his gaze, turned, and returned to his seat. "Alright, alright, Talia, don’t cry." Winter Donovan, facing away from Adrian, gently hugged her. Winter rarely drank and didn’t like bars or discos; she only came to the bar tonight to accompany Talia. "Yvonne, your brother seems really angry; you’d better go home with him first, I’ll call a driver for us." She had a Mojito upon arrival and couldn’t drive. "Alright, I’ll head back, leaving Talia in your care, Winter." Talia was in a daze, seemingly spotting a familiar figure. "Adrian?" Talia murmured. Winter hugged Talia, gently coaxing her like a child, "Talia, let’s go home." "Winter, I saw him, I saw Adrian." Talia stumbled forward two steps. Winter pulled her back, "Talia, you’re drunk." "I really saw him, he’s right here." Talia’s eyes were misty, her expression sorrowful, "Adrian Jennings, you’re here, aren’t you? Come out!"