Although Finn sensed something was off, he was too arrogant to back down in front of me. With a cheeky grin, he said, “Miss White, no need to get upset. Did I say anything wrong?” As he spoke, his hand reached toward me inappropriately. Without hesitation, I flung the drink in my hand straight at him. With a loud splash, Finn was soaked from head to toe. He yelped, “My clothes! This suit cost me over ten grand!” Then he shouted angrily, “Evelyn, don’t get cocky…” Before he could finish, a long, powerful leg landed a ruthless kick to his back, sending him crashing to the floor. Finn cried out in pain, only for that same leg to press firmly onto his spine. Everyone else in the private lounge instinctively backed away. Under the dim light, I saw Trey casually seated on the edge of the glass table, one foot planted firmly on Finn’s back, a cigarette between his lips. The shadows carved his features into something almost unreal—so striking, it was breathtaking. He squ
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