Chapter 237


    Under the dim lights, Sherilyn''s face turned ghostly pale. Without thinking, she nced at ke,


    then at Caleb. Neither of them uttered a word, onlymunicating through their eyes—a silent plea


    for her to endure.


    Remembering ke''s earlier advice, Sherilyn took a deep breath, lifted her hand, and ced it in


    Vincent''s waiting palm.


    "Ha ha..."


    Pleased, Vincentughed heartily, gripping her hand tightly and yanking her closer in one swift


    motion. What was initially a handhold turned into an arm wrapped possessively around her waist.


    Instantly, Sherilyn tensed all over. Her fists clenched tight, fingernails digging into her palms...


    "How old are you? What''s your major?"


    "24, I study contemporary dance..." Sherilyn answered mechanically, hardly hearing her own voice.


    "A dancer, huh? No wonder you''ve got such a nice figure."


    Vincent lifted his ss, offering it to her, "First meeting, let''s have a drink."


    "Sure…" Sherilyn took the ss, her heart pounding. "Aren''t you drinking, Mr. Johnson?"


    "You first," Vincent waved it off. "I''ll drink what''s left. Makes us closer, don''t you think?"


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    Hisment drewughter from the men around them. Sherilyn, trembling slightly, held the ss.


    "Drink up," Vincent urged, "Don''t be nervous. You don''t have to finish it... I''m known for being gentle


    with thedies..."


    As he spoke, his hand began to wander along Sherilyn''s waist. Sherilyn gripped the ss tighter,


    hoping that after this drink, he would let her go.


    But just as she brought the ss to her lips, Sherilyn froze. Vincent''s hand had crept up her leg!


    That was thest straw for Sherilyn! She had been trying so hard to endure! She wasn’t "sick" in


    any way; no woman could tolerate this! Before anyone could react, Sherilyn threw the contents of


    her ss directly at Vincent!


    "Damn it!!"


    The cold liquid sshed across his face. Vincent, shocked and furious, stood up cursing. Wiping the


    red wine from his face, he reached for Sherilyn.


    "Where did this bitche from?"


    Crash!


    The crisp sound of breaking ss was Sherilyn, smashing the wine ss in her hand. ss shards


    scattered on the floor, as she held onto the base of the ss.


    With eyes zing, Sherilyn pointed the jagged ss at Vincent, "Don''te any closer!"


    "Sherilyn!" Realizing things had gone south, ke tried to intervene.


    "Don''t! Stay back! All of you!"


    But Sherilyn was beyond reach now, brandishing the broken ss at anyone who dared approach.


    Vincent''sughter broke out wildly. "I''ve seen it all now! Let''s see what you''re going to do to me


    today!"


    "No, don''te any closer..."


    Her eyes were bloodshot, her head shaking, and as she gripped the broken ss, its sharp edges


    cut into her hand, blood dripping freely.


    "I''ming over!"


    Vincent took tworge steps forward and suddenly, grabbed Sherilyn''s wrist, "What’s it going to be,


    girl?"


    Sherilyn''s eyes zed over, on the verge of fainting.


    "Well, this is interesting."


    An unexpected chuckle echoed through the otherwise silent room. Everyone''s attention snapped to


    the source.


    From a sofa against the wall, a tall figure slowly rose.


    "Mr. Johnson?"


    "Mr. Johnson..."


    Everyone present, Vincent included, suddenly wore a smile. "Mr. Johnson, sorry, did we disturb


    you?"