"Clara, Gavin and I truly love each other, please make us whole."

"Clara Rosalind, I've already said that I don't like you such a big ladyship, Betty such a simple, kind, innocent, and good girl, is the type I like."

Clara smashed the elaborate cake on the cheating dog and the bitch, blaming herself for being blind in the first place.

Not knowing how much she had drunk, she staggered towards the bathroom and found that the power seemed to have gone out on this floor, so she couldn't see at all.

"Which side is for females? The left side or the right side?"

Clara's eyes were wide with recognition when suddenly a man came up against her back and pushed her into the men's room with force.

"Hey, hey, who are you?"

Clara struggled subconsciously and was pushed into the cubicle by the man and sat across him.

When the two were close, she smelled a smell of blood.

"Call!"

The man squeezed her chin so hard that it was impossible to see him in the darkness, but Clara instinctively sensed danger.

"He.....lp ---" Me

But the remaining word were blocked back as the man bit her lips: "If you don't want to die, be good and obedient, and if you still scream like this, I'll kill you."

Clara felt a cold object on her waist - was it a gun?

She immediately numbed her scalp, so scared that she could not say a word.

Bang - this time came the sound of noisy footsteps.

"Boss, this floor has been searched but no one has been found, so he wouldn't have run away, would he?"

"Search next to each other, live to see the dead to see the corpse."

The door of the compartment was violently opened, and the danger was instantaneous.

Clara shivered as the man in front of her ripped open her shirt, revealing her white shoulders, and he ambiguously approached her neck - and took a bite.

"AHHHH!!!"

Clara instinctively screamed out, the man outside instantly changed his face and kicked open the last compartment.

A man and a woman sitting on the toilet, the woman is not fully clothed all over the smell of alcohol.

Although the light was dim, it was clear what they were doing.

When the people outside wanted to come forward to check, Clara threw her high heels out: "What are you looking at? If you want to find excitement, wait for me to finish this round, now immediately give me get out!"

Her words are quite formidable.

The man outside looked at Clara with abandon, then turned and left.

Clara sighed in relief as she was about to open her mouth, "You... well..."

The man clasped her waist hard and kissed her frantically, originally wanting to put on a show for the people outside, but something seemed to have gotten out of hand.

"Ouch!"

Clara's nails embedded themselves deep into his arm, leaving a bloody scar.

"Be good and I'll make it up to you."

Winfred's eyes were on fire, and he locked her in his arms and took possession of her...

The two made a lot of noise in the restroom, which was particularly noticeable.

There were still people standing in the bathroom, and after hearing the voices coming from inside, they were relieved to leave.

An hour later, the man came out with an unconscious Clara in his arms.

Outside stood a row of black-clad men, and the assistant looked guilty: "Boss, the gang has been cleaned up. Do you need to find a clean woman for you?"

"No need."

Only then did the assistant see that there was a woman in the boss's arms!

Winfred left the bathroom with a cold face and glanced down at the little drunken cat in his arms: "Get her a safe room."

"Boss, let my subordinates send her there, the Lucius' side is coming, you have to hurry back to avoid revealing yourself."

"Hmm."

Winfred took off his suit jacket and wrapped her up tightly before releasing his hand.

The stairway is still dark, the man's features are mature and cold, and his deep eyes are solemn: "Go."