In the private room, a cold atmosphere quickly spread out.
However, Ellen seemed to not notice it. They wrapped their arms around each other and drank together.
Ellen looked charming and beautiful.
Hank could no longer bear it.
Now, even if he were to die for her, he was still willing.
He was restless, feeling like he could no longer hold back the fire in his heart. He suddenly pulled Ellen over and pressed her against the couch.
The other people were also drunk and staggered over.
"Let me try."
"Mr. Hyde, share her with us."
The few of them chuckled and pounced on Ellen like beasts.
"Bang!"
A bottle of wine flew to Hank's head.
Drops of blood fell on Ellen's face.
Ellen felt sick and threw up.
However, she did not eat dinner. What she spat out was blood.
However, at this time, Hank's head was bleeding, and it was hard to tell whose blood it was.
