Vincent Hawthorne glanced towards the dance floor, noticing that many of the guests tonight wore various masks. He vaguely recalled Cody Crawford mentioning that the theme tonight at the bar was a masked night. Vincent scoffed at these gimmicks. Lonely men and women, in the end, it’s all about making eye contact and getting a room. Several waitresses dressed as bunny girls weaved through the crowd with trays, their tails swinging provocatively behind them. Miniskirts, black stockings, high heels—the outfits most likely to stir a man’s primal hormones. For some reason, Vincent thought of Tanya Sinclair. She was so well-behaved, a place , she probably wouldn’t set foot here in her lifetime... Vincent suppressed the faint pain in his stomach, took out his phone, and checked it. From WeChat to text messages, browsing through call logs, there wasn’t a single one from Tanya! Vincent furrowed his brow unconsciously. There were two missed calls from Cindy Lynn though, with a few recent WeChat messages, telling him she had been discharged and was home, asking him not to worry. And a photo of Cindy Lynn, taken against a mirror, showing half of her back. The woman’s beautiful, fair and firm back had several deep and shallow kiss marks around the shoulder blades, strikingly conspicuous... Cindy Lynn: [Vincent, I didn’t even notice the marks you left last night. I was changing clothes just now, and my mom saw them. She asked how I got them, that’s when I noticed. I told her it was from working out earlier, don’t spill the beans.] The seductive scenes from last night flooded his mind, Vincent’s Adam’s apple moved subtly. Yesterday in the hospital room, he was indeed almost... But it was merely the effect of the old lady’s intentionally concocted potion! Vincent forcefully shook his head. Since he didn’t take that final step, naturally he didn’t betray Tanya Sinclair. His conscience was clear! Vincent remembered the bag Yvonne Hawthorne had ordered was delivered already, and he called Yvonne: "Have someone send the bag directly to the villa’s entrance, don’t knock, wait for me to retrieve it myself." Yvonne was extremely surprised by this. "Brother, why deliver the bag to the villa? Are you actually going to give such an expensive bag to that yokel Tanya Sinclair? Is she even worthy!" The poor wretch, Tanya, could carry a canvas bag worth just a few dollars for years! Vincent was slightly impatient: "Just deliver it, why so much talk?" Having said that, Vincent directly hung up. By now, Tanya should be at home, probably busy with the kids. Soon he would personally take the bag inside to appease her, and it might also give her enough face! Vincent stepped down the spiral stairs. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance, followed by a series of whistles! The beat in the dance floor instantly became exhilarating and intense. When such music plays, it indicates either someone has spent over five million here, or a stunning beauty has arrived and caught everyone’s attention! Vincent was accustomed to all sorts of beauties throwing themselves at him, regular girls wouldn’t really make him stop. But seeing those men downstairs with eyes glinting green, Vincent’s interest was piqued. He stopped at the stairway turn, looking down with indifference. Two women had entered, but Vincent’s eyes focused on the seductive red. The woman’s luscious curly black hair, under the colorful lighting of the bar, contrasted sharply with her fair skin exposed by the red strap dress. Even with a half-mask on, the visible flower-like red lips and intricate chin suggested a perfect egg-shaped face. Her face certainly wasn’t ugly. As the woman walked closer, her perfectly shaped figure outlined by the fitted red dress was fully exposed to Vincent’s view. The figure was extravagant; slender arms, but ample bust, and her waist-to-hip ratio was unparalleled. Vincent squinted his enchanting eyes, his well-defined fingers rested on the cold railing, his interest visibly heightened. Any man would take a second look at such a beauty. Vincent admired openly, until his gaze slid down to her legs under the fringe red skirt. At that moment, the white laser light shone on her, and the ten centimeters long scar on her right thigh was striking against the fair skin! Vincent’s gaze turned from playful appreciation to cold clarity! His brown pupils trembled vehemently, his thin lips pressed into a sharp curve, eyes filled with furious fire! That’s right, the half face beneath the mask also resembled her extremely! Unbelievable... she actually dared to come to a place , dressed in such a seductive and alluring manner! Vincent wished he could gouge out each eye in the bar glued to her! He suppressed his anger, stormed down the stairs with a dark expression, almost knocking over a waitress carrying a tray. Vincent couldn’t hear a thing. But there were too many people on the first floor. The chaotic crowd blocked his view, and he immediately lost sight of Tanya Sinclair. A woman in a red dress flashed by, and Vincent Hawthorne pushed through the crowd and grabbed her, gritting his teeth. However, when the woman turned her head, she removed her mask to reveal a garish face, her eyes gleaming as she stared at Vincent Hawthorne. "Wow, handsome! I’m not what’s-her-name Tanya, but... I’m willing to go with you." "Scram!" Vincent Hawthorne impatiently shook off the woman who lunged at him. He no longer cared about any gentlemanly demeanor or manners. The thought of Tanya dressing like that tonight and quite possibly going to a hotel with some man from here made him jealous and furious. Just then, Julian Poole had arrived chasing Tanya Sinclair’s car. As soon as he entered, he was almost pushed out by the deafening waves of sound. Julian Poole had been abroad for a long time, but at most, he would go to the bar downstairs of the company for a drink with colleagues after work, where there was only quiet singing from the resident singer on stage. He wasn’t lonely and made his own fun, rarely visiting such places. However, he didn’t have any prejudice against this place, he simply didn’t like the noise. It was likely that Tanya came here just out of curiosity, to play and see around. The silhouettes in front of him were a blur of motion, making Julian Poole dizzy. "Hello." He grabbed a passing waiter and pulled out a few hundred bucks from his pocket, stuffing them into the waiter’s front pocket. The waiter immediately smiled, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Julian Poole: "I’d like to ask, two girls came in just now, one of them wearing a red short dress, very beautiful. Which table is she sitting at?" At this moment, Tanya Sinclair was sitting uneasily in a semi-open booth. Surrounding her were eight handsome male models with different styles, some with athletic abs, some like cute puppies, some suave and elegant, and one with mixed features, so enthusiastic that he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest muscles. "Sister, can you feel how fast my heartbeat is..." Tanya actually felt it, and after doing so, she furrowed her brow, saying seriously, "Give me your left hand." The male model thought Tanya was playing a face-touching trick and cooperatively reached out, only to see Tanya gently placing her fingers on his wrist. Opposite them, Daisy Bell almost spat out her drink. Tanya Sinclair seriously diagnosed the pulse for a moment, then beckoned the male model with her finger, causing a look of genuine confusion on his well-experienced face. He leaned over, and Tanya cupped her hands near her mouth, loudly and clearly instructing him, "You stay up too late, your heart pulse is weak, and your kidney yin is deficient. If this continues, within half a year, you’ll have cardiac arrhythmia and also premature ejaculation." Those last three words made the man’s eyes widen in shock. "Sister, are you serious? I’m only twenty-three!" "Of course I’m serious, I come from a family of Chinese medicine." Even when Tanya Sinclair spoke seriously, despite wearing a strapless red dress in a bar, her authoritative scholar aura was unmistakable. The man got more nervous, grabbing Tanya Sinclair’s arms with both hands, eyes full of a patient’s earnestness rather than desire for a wealthy beauty. "Sister, you must save me. I won’t charge anything tonight!" Tanya Sinclair thought for a moment, "Alright, bring paper and pen, I’ll write you a prescription. You should get the medication to adjust yourself, and it should show results in half a month, meanwhile you should take more care of yourself." Once one male model started the approach, the rest of the seven were led astray, crowding around Tanya Sinclair, stretching out their arms. They even drove away several men attempting to chat up Tanya. Opposite them, Daisy Bell, sucking on a straw, watched the scene wordlessly: "..." She brought Tanya Sinclair today to see her practicing medicine in a bar?? Yet, in others’ eyes, the scene meant something else. Julian Poole rejected several beauties trying to chat him up, squeezing through, only to see Tanya Sinclair surrounded airtight by eight men. Julian Poole thought Tanya Sinclair was being harassed, furrowing his brows, getting ready to step forward. Suddenly, his arm was tugged. "It’s you!" Daisy Bell stared at the handsome guy before her, her eyes shining under the black swan mask. Wasn’t he the handsome guy who grabbed her last time at Marinus Park and pretended to mistake her for someone else just to chat her up! Daisy Bell smiled meaningfully, "Way to go, so many paparazzi couldn’t find my whereabouts, but you chased me all the way here." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel[f]ire.net Julian Poole frowned slightly, considering her Tanya Sinclair’s friend, he tried to make his tone sound courteous. "Sorry, if there’s any misunderstanding between us, I’ll explain later, okay?" With that, Julian Poole peeled off Daisy Bell’s fingers and walked straight towards Tanya Sinclair opposite. He pushed aside a few male models, and because of his excitement and nervousness, his voice slightly trembled. At this moment the song changed, the place was quiet for two rare seconds. So that call for "Tanya Sinclair" stood out especially. Vincent Hawthorne, coming over, heard it clearly! He sharply lifted his head and looked over. Tanya Sinclair was blocked by the booth, but he could see the man standing in front of her clearly! Vincent Hawthorne’s hand at his side gradually clenched into a fist, his handsome face shadowy all over, walking swiftly towards them with murderous intent...