Hand on the Hilt
The woman froze and gritted her teeth. Daunted by the man‘s icy gaze, she gave up the idea of
challenging him and left in a huff.
Those nearby heard everything and confirmed that the man was unapproachable.
Those in a distance, however, thought that Corey didn‘t like that woman. Soon, more women went over
to accost him.
The results were the same.
Those women‘s desire to conquer was aroused. They tried their luck one after another.
In the end, Corey was annoyed.
He took out a dagger and stuck it into the table.
No one dared to go over again.
Everyone could sense his cranky character. He didn‘t like women at all.
Some people sneered to themselves.
In the corner, two potbellied men toasted each other and scoffed.
“Those people are incredible. When men court them, they pay no attention. Instead, they go to pursue
the unapproachable and get rejected. Heh... funny.”
“They‘re always like this. What‘s the fuss? Let‘s face it. You get
dumped when you‘re out of money.”
“Damn, take a look. Another one is going to try her luck. Didn‘t she see his dagger?”
The other man lit a cigarette and said in a helpless tone, “That‘s cheap. Are they all newcomers? Don‘t
they know about Corey‘s sexual orientation? He doesn‘t like women at all.”
“Maybe some of them just like his pretty face and body.”
“Tsk, this lady is courting death!”
Everyone looked over at Gloria who was heading toward Corey.
She hadn‘t rushed over because she didn‘t want disturbances. When Corey got annoyed and deterred
those women, it was time for her to act.
Some women looked at her in dismay.
“What is wrong with that masked woman? So many people have been shut down, and she still wants to
try her luck? Isn‘t she afraid of getting stabbed?”
“He is just bluffing. Would he dare to stab anyone? She is sure about that.”
“Tsk, I‘d like to see what will happen. Even if she is not stabbed, she will be met with his abuse!”
A lot of people laid their eyes on Gloria, waiting to see her lose face.
Corey sensed an approaching figure and furrowed his brows. His
Corey sensed an approaching figure and furrowed his brows. His eyes glimmered with endless
coldness as if one more step forward would cost Gloria her life.
Indifferent to it, Gloria went to the opposite seat and sat down.
The annoyance in Corey‘s eye grew stronger, and his hand gripped the hilt of the dagger.
Many people couldn‘t help but sneer, “See? As I said, she‘s gonna suffer. Her predecessors have worn
his patience thin.”
Gloria was not daunted. Far from it, she looked at the man with composure. “Relax, my aim is different.
Corey, we need to talk.”
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