Chapter 1297

Henrietta's flushed cheeks and glassy eyes made it obvious—she was drunk. The group of men trailing her from the bar had noticed too. Their predatory grins widened as they followed her onto the sidewalk, the scent of her perfume mixed with alcohol driving their confidence sky-high. One of them, a burly guy with a sleeve tattoo, Steve Lewiston, stepped forward, blocking her path. "Hey there, gorgeous. Need a ride home? Big bro's got you covered." "No... no thanks," Henrietta mumbled, shaking her head. A gust of cold air hit her, and she swayed, her legs barely holding her up. Biting her tongue to jolt herself awake, she tried to step around the man. But Steve grabbed her arm and yanked her back before she could, his smile turning lecherous. "Don't be shy, sweetheart. Let me take care of you." "Let me go!" Henrietta yanked her arm free, stumbling backward and landing hard on the pavement. Steve laughed as he loomed over her. "Aw, did you hurt your pretty little self? Come on. Let