In a daze, she felt herself being picked up, the man's body emanating the scent of alcohol, a scent she found very familiar.
Tara Summer thought: Gavin Wilson is quite impressive, he's so drunk, and yet he can still carry her!
She laughed inwardly as she felt herself being lifted into the elevator and then leaving the restaurant.
She squinted her eyes open a bit, the street lights outside were bright, and the city's night view was beautiful in all its colourful lights.
"I want to get down!..." she mumbled, wanting to get down.
However, the arm of the man holding her tightened, holding her firmly in his arms; his large hand even stroked her slender waist.
Tara Summer frowned; a sense of repulsion rose within her. But she thought he did it unintentionally, so she suppressed her anger.
"Hand her over to me!" she struggled to get down, but as she moved, a male voice suddenly sounded.
Liam Yancey?
