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The bottle shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the floor. The woman jumped back, startled by the sudden violence. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Quincy in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I told you to get lost," Quincy finally looked at her.

His gaze was void of any emotion or desire, filled only with pure disdain. In that moment, the woman felt a sharp sting of rejection.

Was she really that undesirable? A man who wouldn't even consider a woman throwing herself at him, going so far as to smash a bottle. How harsh.

"Fine, I'll leave! What, you think you're the only option I've got?" she retorted, her pride wounded. She spat out, "With that attitude, who else would even want you? If you didn't want to be bothered, why come to a place like this?" Bars were for unwinding, for indulging in pleasure, so what was he doing pretending to be the good guy?

lost in his thoughts, nursing his drink. If only Lydia were here. But he knew better than anyone. His wish was a fantasy that would never come true. Just as he reached for another bottle, Eugene walked by, heading straight for the

hit on her. A few of them hadn't taken no for an answer, but they quickly backed off when she

scared him off for good, though a few

until Eugene showed

her hand. "Lydia, what are you doing? It's late, and here you are drinking

replied, unbothered. Since Eugene had taken her drink, she reached for

her hand before she could. "We're friends. Your business is my business. Lydia, do you even realize where you are? You've been targeted already. If you keep this