Chapter 569

A man pulled on Willow, and her scarf slipped off her neck, fully exposing her face. The guy grabbing Willow was a drunk middle-aged man named Wade White. He appeared haggard from drinking too much. His greasy face and filthy hands made him look revolting. Wade was towering, easily a head taller than Willow. With the advantage of his strength and size, she couldn't break free from his grip. Holding an open bottle in one hand, he kept drinking and leaning closer to Willow. His attitude made it clear that he wouldn't quit until he got what he wanted. "Let go of me." Willow scrunched up her face in disgust because she hated the smell of alcohol. The cheap, strong booze Wade was holding was so pungent that she coughed a few times. Wade didn't say anything right away. He simply squinted his eyes and stared at Willow, looking all drunk and in a daze. After eyeing Willow for some time, he abruptly smashed the bottle on the ground, pulled out his phone, and kept flipping through to a pho