[Anna's P.O.V.]
The bars were red, the trumpets played out fast-paced music, and the drums skipped my heartbeats. I drank a glass of strong wine and rushed to the noisy dance floor without looking back.
Countless men's eyes fell on me, and I liked the feeling that these men wanted me but could not get what they wanted. That was because if any man dared to come near me, my bodyguards would mercilessly beat the sh*t out of them.
While I was immersed in this, the leader of the bodyguards and his men squeezed into the center of the dance floor to get to me. When my mood was disturbed, I immediately turned hostile and berated the man, "Louis, is there something wrong with your brain?"
Louis allowed me to scold him. His cold face showed no remorse for doing so whatsoever. He only replied indifferently, "Madam has requested for you to go home. Miss, please come back with us quickly."
