"I didn't take away your companion; go find the person who did." Hannah Garcia was not patient enough to indulge his games.
The banquet was bustling at the moment, and she was in a comparatively quiet corner.
Jonathan Robinson directly pushed her against the wall; his body pressed close to hers.
At that moment, Hannah Garcia also smelled the alcohol on Jonathan Robinson.
"Don't tell me, here in the presence of everyone, Second Junior, you intend to force yourself on me?" Hannah Garcia's eyes flashed back fiercely.
Jonathan Robinson's one hand was braced against the wall, the other draped over Hannah Garcia's shoulder. "If I were to use force on you, what could you possibly do to me?" he said.
