Bryan White narrowed his eyes and reached out to clasp the back of the woman's head, about to kiss her.
But at that moment, Donna Doyle suddenly stood up, pushed him away with one swift move, then picked up the glass of alcohol from the table and poured it over the man's trousers.
The half glass of leftover Whiskey soaked his suit pants entirely. The worst part was the area it soaked—right on the crotch.
Bryan White's handsome face turned green instantly, and his expression darkened in shock as he looked at the woman before him.
"Are you looking for death?" Bryan White grew up in a military family, living a privileged life from a young age, with a circle of people who always treated him like an emperor. When had he ever been treated like this?
But his upbringing was good, he never hit or cursed at women, he just watched her coldly with a predatory gaze in his eyes.
