At K Bar.

The music was thunderous, vibrating through the crowd.

A girl in a school uniform was a striking presence at the corner of the dance floor.

A man perched at a table, gesturing wildly at a line of bomb shots before him, bellowed, "Whoever finishes these first gets the 100,000 dollars on the table!"

The young girl began to knock back the shots, one after another.

With an astonishing speed, she downed 20 potent shots.

After gulping down the last one, she slammed the empty glass onto the floor, her eyes locked on the cash on the table as she flashed a triumphant smile. "You'd better honor your word!"

After that, she took off her long-sleeved jacket and put the money into her school uniform. Holding a pile of clothes in her arms, she stumbled to the toilet.

"I'm so dizzy. I want to vomit..."

Emily Wrigley giggled with the money in her arms as she walked forward with the help of the wall.

"Alas!" The man who had offered the money immediately chased after Emily and stood in front of her, laughing obscenely.

"Little girl, do you know what it means to take the money?"

"Hmm?" Emily looked at the man in front of her in a daze with her eyes wide open.

She looked cute, immature, and charming, like an angel that had fallen from grace.

She thought momentarily, pointed at the area between his legs, and said with a harmless smile, "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

The man thought that Emily meant to go to the toilet to do the act.

His eyes lit up. "I didn't expect you to be such a good sport!"

Emily did not say anything. She took the man's hand, went to the corridor leading to the toilet, and went to the sink.

"I can't hold it in any longer..." Emily muttered.

After thinking for a while, she turned around and grabbed the man's half-opened collar. She lowered her head and purged all her vomit into the man's shirt.

"Great!" Emily's stomach had finally quietened.

What Emily did was far from what the man expected her to do.

He was stunned. After a few seconds, he grabbed Emily by the neck. "How dare you mess with me? Do you know that I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly slammed to the ground by a huge force.

The moment the man fell to the ground, he realized that it was terribly quiet around him.

"I'll lend you my skirt to throw up on." Emily continued to giggle foolishly as she lifted the hem of her skirt.

Looking at the tall, handsome figure in front of Emily, the man was stunned.

If he was not mistaken, the person in front of him...

"Get lost!"

The man was so terrified that he almost peed himself. As soon as he got up, he ran out.

Emily still could not make sense of the situation. She lifted the hem of her skirt and looked curiously at the person who escaped.

Everett Marshal pulled her skirt down, took off his suit jacket, and put it over Emily. He looked down at her, who was so drunk that she could hardly stand still, and mumbled in a low voice, "I'm bringing you home."

Emily waved her hand unsteadily. "I'm not going home... There will be a big bad wolf... No home..."

After that, she turned around and continued to stumble toward the entrance of the bar.

After a few steps, she found a large group of bodyguards in suits blocking her way.

She squinted her almond-shaped eyes and flashed a smile, attempting to charm the bodyguard before her.

She extended the index finger of her right hand and playfully poked the bodyguard's face. "Hey, you're so cute!"

Before she could repeat her action, her world began to spin!

By the time she regained her senses, she found herself hoisted over Everett's shoulder...