Chapter 17： Do I look good?

"Damn it, what's going on?"

"Get your dirty hand off me!" Suzanne shouted coldly again. She had drunk so much that her voice was soft and lazy. She tried her best to remove Myron's hand and staggered forward.

Myron looked at her back and was stunned for a few seconds before catching up to her. With his sharp eyes and agile hands, he caught her and asked curiously, "Suzanne, did you come here alone?"

It won't be like this. How could Suzanne come here alone and get so drunk?

"Stay away from me." Suzanne pushed him away and stepped hard on his foot.

The thin heels stepped on Myron's expensive black leather shoes. The pain almost made him grimace. He was afraid that Suzanne would make a scene, so he didn't dare to help her. He followed her closely and called Edwiin.

Before the person on the other end could speak, Myron shouted, "Edwi, your wife hit me like a drunkard."

Edwiin was attending an important banquet when he received the cal