Charisse POV

"The bar?”

I rushed back to the bedroom door and quickly closed it so the maid wouldn't overhear the next conversation and go tell my father off.

"Really? Of course I'm going!" I lowered my voice so that my excited tone wouldn't leak out through the doorway of my room, “But my dad is home today, so it won’t be easy for me to sneak out, right...”

"Don't worry,” Farah obviously knew I wouldn't miss this kind of event, “I've asked Taylor to pick you up, just tell Alpha you're going out with Taylor, he won't suspect you.”

Farah knew Taylor was after me recently, he was Beta's son, a year older than me.

My dad, as the alpha, trusted Taylor as much as he trusted his beta.

After I hung up the phone, I immediately went to the checkroom.

I pulled open the wide curtain and saw pink princess dresses and a variety of evening gowns befitting an Alpha's daughter.

I dragged a large paper bag out of a drawer from the corner of the closet - it was the low-cut sequin halter dress I bought secretly last week.

After changing, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and spun around, the dress just enough to show off my cleavage, and the shoulder blades on my back.

I raised my eyebrows in satisfaction, then curled my long, light brown hair into waves that hung down behind me, then drew on a wild and hot makeup, a brown and black truncated eye makeup with glitter, and a deep red lipstick just enough to match my outfit tonight.

There was a very flashy red convertible Ferrari parked in front of the villa.

Seeing me come out, Taylor poked his head out of the driver's seat, took off his black sunglasses and whistled.

After seeing his shiny hair and dark blue suit with sparkling diamonds, I instantly got goose bumps.

Taste is as bad as ever!

In fact, Taylor was not as reliable as his father thought.

To be more precise, he is just a playboy who sleeps around because of his good looks and family background.

He was very attentive to making all kinds of gestures to please me in front of my father, and acted like I was the one and only love of his life.

I had no intention of exposing him since I sometimes needed him as an excuse to go out.

"Get in, my beautiful princess.” As I approached, Taylor quickly pulled open the passenger door for me, while keeping his eyes fixed on my chest.

It wasn't until I called him twice that he woke up like from a dream and returned to the driver's seat to drive.

The breeze blew the heavy scent of his perfume over, making me sneeze.

Upon arriving at the bar, I sent a text message to Farah, who soon went out from inside.

"You're finally here.” Farah said excitedly, looking me up and down and squealing, “Baby, you're so hot, I guarantee the men will be swooning over you tonight.”

But when she saw Taylor behind me, she smiled teasingly, “Oh, I forgot, our princess has an escort.”

Upon hearing this, Taylor raised her eyebrows, put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Of course, I will protect Charisse tonight.”

I looked at the hand on my shoulder, sighed helplessly, changed the subject and asked, "So how exactly do I get in?”

"Follow me.” Farah raised an eyebrow at me and led Taylor and me around to the back door of the bar.

Just inside, I smelled the overwhelming nicotine mixed with alcohol.

This was followed by deafening rock music, and a suffocating crowd.

"This way.” Farah shouted in my ear, leading Taylor and me through the crowd and squeezing us near the bar: "Order whatever you want to drink, it's on me.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she was wrapped in the arms of a tall, dark-haired, handsome looking man.

After exchanging a long and hot tongue kiss, Farah was taken to the dance floor by the man.

I guessed the man was Farah's new date.

Looking at the two of them twisting and turning in the middle of the dance floor, I also had the urge to try it out.

I turned my head wanted to talk to Taylor, but found that the guy had already been chatting passionately with a pretty waitress on his side, and he touched her hand with a big smile like he can’t see nothing else at the time.

I'm used to seeing this kind of scene, and normally, Taylor will soon take the waitress to get a room.

Like he said he’d ‘protect me for the evening.’

At that moment, the bartender leaned over and asked me what I wanted to drink.

I looked around and saw a green-haired woman next to me holding a glass of pink liquor and said, "I'll have a glass of drink the same as that one.”

"This one is too strong for a little girl like you,” the bartender reminded me with a smile.

"Thank you for reminding me of this,” I hooked my lips and smiled lightly, “I'll just take this one.”

The bartender said no more and quickly made a glass of the exact same.

I tilted my head and took a sip, the spice instantly choked into my throat.

This is so different from any alcohol I’ve tasted on my father’s parties.

I pushed the glass of wine away from me, intending to go dancing first.

I stood up, but my arm was suddenly grabbed by a large rough hand.

"You want to play with me, girl?” A sticky, obscene voice rang in my ears, and I jerked my head around to meet a face with a beard and flushed cheeks, and I sobered up a bit in shock.

"Don't touch me." I shook off the man's hand and turned to walk away, trying to look for Taylor.

Instead, I saw that Taylor had already put her arm around the waitress and headed up to the second floor.

The two stumbled up the stairs while kissing furiously, and before they reached the room, the waitress's shirt was almost unbuttoned, revealing half of her chest.

And Taylor kept his hands busy, kneading his way up on her body.

Then the two crashed into a guestroom and disappeared from my sight.

Although Taylor's behavior was within my expectations, I felt a little sick to my stomach when I saw the scene.

After all, he was still my date tonight.

I frowned, headed out the back door and got some fresh cold air.

However, the next second, just as I took one foot out, suddenly, a harsh scream caused me to stop moving forward.

Following the source of the sound, I stiffly turned my neck.

Less than five meters away from me, a fat man with a face full of blood had been beaten nearly to death.

He was bruised and swollen, and on the ground was the blood he had spit out, and there were even a few broken teeth on the ground.

And on top of him, a silver-haired man wearing black short sleeves and dark jeans was pressing down and swinging his fist at the fat man’s face.

The silver rings on the man's index and middle fingers smashed into the fat man’s cheekbones one after another, each punch extremely hard.

I have no doubt that if the fight continues, the fat man will be killed by him.

I subconsciously took a step forward, trying to stop this crime.

But the silver-haired man suddenly stared up at me.

At that moment, I stopped because of the danger rose from my spine and covered my mouth.

By the moonlight, I saw the man's face clearly, and surprisingly, he was not only very young, but also extremely handsome!

The eyebrow bones are superior, the nose is high, the jawline is clear as carved, and there is not a single tired line on the whole face.

But, what really made me freeze was not his near-perfect looks, but-

The pair of grayish green eyes, and the cold killing intent bursting out of them at this moment!

As if he’s warning me that if I dare to take a step closer, I will be torn to pieces.

At that moment, my body sweat, blood clotted, can do only one thing, that is, turn my head and run!