Quentin was determined to make things difficult for the manager. “Oh? Is that so? Then, why didn’t he avoid my sister when she was drunkenly pressed up against him? From the looks of it, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.”

“No, he was just steadying her after seeing how drunk she was. Mr. Taylor, this is all just a misunderstanding.”

Naomi didn’t want the situation to escalate. She supported the manager, saying, “I almost tripped because I drank too much. Don’t make a big deal out of it, Quentin!”

Quentin’s incensed expression showed that he didn’t believe them in the slightest. “I’m making a big deal out of this?”

She massaged her temples. “Fine, I’ll leave with you. Stop making mountains out of molehills like some drama king.”

He thought he might burst a vein from the anger coursing through his veins. His entire face had turned a ruddy red. “Fine! I’m the drama king! I’m the one causing a scene and making mountains out of molehills! Naomi Carlson, you’re a real piece of work!”

Quentin tossed Naomi’s hand aside after he was done speaking and stomped away. Naomi smiled apologetically at the manager. “I’m so sorry. My brother is just unreasonable like that sometimes. Let me pay the bill.”

A man who was wearing a vest showed her a QR code. “Your total bill for tonight is 6,500 dollars.”

Naomi scanned the QR code and paid 7,000 dollars instead. “The extra 500 is for the medical bill of the host who got hit by my brother.”

The manager smiled at her. “You’re too generous.”

Naomi actually had excellent alcohol tolerance. She wasn’t drunk at all earlier. She just pretended to be so she had an excuse to cop a feel of the host’s muscular body.

However, she had no idea that Quentin would burst onto the scene out of nowhere the second she laid her hand on the host’s body.

Not only had Quentin ruined her plans, but he had also humiliated her in front of so many people. She was beyond embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to bury herself in. Naomi looked at Tessa, whose face was still dyed a vibrant red. Her gaze was unfocused as she occasionally took sips from the wine bottle she still had cradled in her arms.

Naomi snatched the wine bottle away from her. “Babe, it’s time to stop drinking. You’re drunk. I’ll get someone to send you home.”

Tessa was truly intoxicated. Two sets of shimmering tear tracks were running down her rosy cheeks. “Stephen… you damned bastard…” Tessa sobbed.

Tessa didn’t hold back her tears. Stephen, who was nearby, could hear her crying noises even over the loud music booming in the bar.

His heart squeezed painfully, and his body moved faster than his brain for a moment. He had gotten up and taken a few steps forward, but he quickly halted his footsteps when he realized what he was doing.

“I can’t be hasty,” Stephen reminded himself.

She suddenly lifted her head and looked in his direction. Their gazes met for a brief moment, resulting in him quickly looking away and

hurrying back to the booth tent

“It’s okay, Tessa. Don’t cry.”

Sienna’s back was to Stephen when she pulled Tessa into a gentle hug. Sienna wasn’t much of a drinker and she didn’t like places like these. She had only joined them tonight to spend time with Tessa.

“Naomi, your brother seems to be really upset. You should go home with him. I’ll

stay with Tessa and call a cab to pick us up.”

She didn’t want to drive Tessa back herself because she had drunk a glass of

Mojito with Tessa and Naomi when they arrived earlier.

“Okay, I’ll go back first, then. I’ll leave her to you, Sienna.”

Tessa had a dazed look before she suddenly snapped out of it. She thought she had seen a familiar figure. “Stephen?” Tessa mumbled.

Sienna continued to hold Tessa, speaking to her in a gentle voice as if she were soothing a child, “Tessa, I’m going to bring you home.”

“Sienna, I saw him! I saw Stephen!” Tessa insisted as she tried to take a few clumsy steps forward.

Sienna pulled her back. “Tessa, you’re drunk.”

“I really saw him! He’s here!”

Tessa’s eyes were full of anguish as she shouted, “Stephen Jacobson, you’re

here, aren’t you? Show yourself!”