Chapter 2 Kicked Out

"What? Is it what the best friend does? You had sex in the flat I bought, and I cannot even yell?" Cissy laughed at Chad's ridiculous words even she was still extremely angry.

Her best friend? How could Chad say so!

"The flat you bought? I signed the property ownership certificate." Chad smiled coldly.

He didn't want to quarrel with her, but he felt that he was offended when Cissy said that she bought the flat. For Chad, Cissy was implying that he was good for nothing.

"It's you who should get out of here," murmured Gloria after she heard what Chad had said. Then she got closer to Chad like she was afraid that her words would infuriate Cissy.

"Did you hear that? It's you who should get out of here." Chad laughed coldly.

Men were quite into pretty and delicate women, who could motivate their protectiveness. Sure enough, Chad held Gloria into his arms.

Cissy was aching all over and her heart was aching the most. The ache was so severe that she could hardly breathe.

"Ah!" after a loud shout, Cissy jumped up and kicked Chad to the floor.

"Are you crazy?" said Chad disgustedly wiping the blood on a corner of his mouth after he was kicked in his face. "You kicked me?" The mobile phone Chad had just picked up with his trembling hand was swept to the floor by Cissy with her foot.

"Just wait. I will tell Yilia. And I will call the police on you for trespassing and assault. You're going to jail." Chad was not worried that Cissy would hurt him again.

To buy this small flat, Cissy concluded an extremely harsh contract with Global Entertainment. Yilia Chaine was kind of her agent, responsible for everything of Cissy.

Cissy disliked social engagement and could not accept the casting couch, so she was not in Yilia's good grace and was usually given some tiring jobs.

"OK. I'll wait." Cissy calmed herself down and took a look at the cuddling pair coldly, then ran away.

Cissy drifted on the streets, frustrated. In such a big city, there was not a secure place for her to cry alone.

Her eyes were sore, but no tears flowed out of her eyes. She lifted her chest and walked through the flow of people, aloof and proud, with no destination.

Then she went into a bar and drank a cup after another till she felt numb and heavy. That was not good for her, she was aware.

In a leather couch, out of reach of light and not far from Cissy, sat a man who looked very unapproachable. He constantly waggled the glass, but never took a sip. If you looked closer, you could find that his hand was grasping the glass so tight that his knuckles were pale.

His face was hidden in the dark. No one could see it. His sharp eyes kept staring at the girl who was numbing herself with alcohol.

"Hey, girl! Why are you drinking alone here?" said a long-hair wrenched man with a bottle of wine next to Cissy.

Then came four or five men, all smiling evilly.

"You have to share such a beautiful lady with us. You first. We'll wait," a man said and winked at the long-hair one, and then gave a meaningful look to the bottle in his hand.

The wine had been drugged. Ever since this lady entered, she had been drinking all alone and giving a dirty look to everyone who came to talk to her.

For these guys, such a woman should be dealt with specially.