Chapter 804


    He withdrew his hand. Grinning, he took out a few cash notes from his wallet, then folded and stuffed them between Rowane''s


    cleavage.


    With his utmost gentlemanly smile, he said, "This is a tip for your performance. | have a thing for cleanliness so | can''t stand


    someone who''s avable for everyone''s pleasure. This money is enough for you to hail a cab home."


    Adirect stab with a knife may only hurt one physically, but these mocking words were even more hurtful than a knife.


    Rowane''s face instantly turned ghostly pale.


    Hendrix''s words were undoubtedly categorising her as one of the wh*res from the red light district.


    Her soul and self-esteem had all been trampled beneath his feet.


    She looked at Hendrix; droplets of tears condensed on her curled up eyshes and slowly fell.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Hendrix got up. He elegantly ced his wallet back into his pocket, then reached out to hold me and walked towards the exit.


    Aheart- rending cry sounded from behind. As | followed behind Hendrix, | turned around to see a crowd gathering around


    Rowane.


    No matter how high-end and clean a nightclub was, there were still people hidden in the shadows lurking around. There were


    also people from all walks of life there.


    Rowane''s beauty and figure were both best of the best. Not to mention, she had bared her chest just now, so she was likely to


    be targeted by people.


    | stopped in my tracks when we reached the exit. Hendrix stopped too and turned back to look at me.


    His face didn''t look as fierce as before. He raised his brows and asked, "What''s wrong?"


    | thought for a moment and finally said, "Hendrix, she needs someone to send her home!"


    Hendrix frowned. His gaze fell on me, his face slightly darkening. He said, "Arianna, she isn''t worthy of your sympathy."


    | could understand why Hendrix was angry. Because Rowane''s words, whether it was sarcasm or mock, had crossed Hendrix''s


    line.


    | was Hendrix''s bottom line. His wrath birthed from Rowane''s malice towards me.


    Seeing that he was about to leave, | pulled him and said, "I''m not sympathizing with her, Hendrix.


    She''s an employee of the Roberts Group, an employee whom you had justmended at the annual dinner. If something


    happens to her, she''s not just representing herself but also the Roberts Group. We just need to find someone to send her home


    and make sure she''s safe. Nothing else matters."


    Was it sympathy?


    Partially.


    My understanding towards Rowane was limited to the few times that we had met. If | had never heard of Eugene''s previous


    words, perhaps | would have ignored this incident this night.


    But | had indeed heard those words, hence why | feltpassion. It was natural for people to pursue Hendrix because of his


    perfection.


    Life was a long journey, after all. As for the women around him, | believed that Hendrix knew how to deal with them better than |


    would.


    After a long silence, Hendrix sighed andpromised. He raised his hand, beckoned to an attendant of the Emperor Club, and


    passed on some instructions. He then looked towards me and asked, "Is that alright?"