Jessica: [I wanna go too, but I gotta work tonight.]

Wendy chuckled and replied: [Did you forget I'm seriously sick? And you want me to hit up a bar?]

"Wendy, just go with me!" Susan's voice was followed by a coquettish tone,"You don't have to drink in a bar. Watching a handsome guy with eight-pack abs dance is also very pleasing to the eye!"

Wendy shook her head,[But...]

[Come on!] Susan sent three crying emojis in a row.

Susan: [I've been suffocated by the pressure to get married recently and urgently need a handsome guy to keep me alive! Just consider it as saving the lost girl!]

Ultimately, Wendy was still pulled into the neon-lit "Black Rose".

As soon as she got off the vehicle, the damp night wind blew by,carrying the unique electronic drumbeats of the bar, making my eardrums tingle.

Susan rushed over on ten-centimeter-high heels. The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of perfume hit her face. "Are you dressed like this for a symposium?"

She sized up Wendy's plain white shirt and straight-leg pants from top to bottom,shaking her head in frustration.

Compared to the fashionable men and women in the bar, dressed in hot mini skirts, crop tops, and high heels, she indeed stood out.

Wendy shrugged, a faint smile on her lips, "You know my wardrobe is mostly like this.Besides, do you have to dress up to go to a bar?"

Susan hooked her arm around Wendy's and pulled her towards the bar.muttering as they walked, "You're so stubborn about this. Going to a bar means dressing up, relaxing, and maybe meeting a hot guy!"

She added, "Even if Mr. Turner is great, whatif it doesn't work out? You need backup options. You can't just focus on one person, that's too risky!"

As she spoke, Susan unbuttoned the top three buttons of Wendy's shirt.revealing her delicate collarbone and a hint of cleavage.

Then she unbuttoned the bottom two buttons andI tied the shirt into a knot.showing off Wendy's slim waist.

Finally, Susan let down Wendy's high ponytail, letting her long hair cascade over her shoulders.

Wendy's originally elegant look was transformed by Susan into something sultry and alluring.

"Wendy, with this outfit, your chest is out, your butt is up, even I,a woman, am getting turned on, let alone the men."

Wendy laughed, "Stop talking dirty."

Jessica giggled, "That's not dirty talk, it's thetruth."

Susan stuck out her tongue and then winked at Wendy, "If Mr. Turner saw you like this, he'd probably want to take you to bed right away!"

Wendy raised an eyebrow, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm leaving."

Susan immedlately backed down, hugging her shoulder. "Alright, alright,

let's go in!"

Susan ordered herself a signature cocktail and got Wendy a fresh orange juice.

Wendy seemed distracted, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass.

Susan, who had known her for years, could tell Wendy had something on her mind.

Though she seemed indifferent about the divorce, it clearly affected her.

Susan wisely didn't press the issue, instead pulling Wendy into a cozy booth, casually commenting on the various handsome men in the bar.

They didn't notice the occasional glances from the men in the neighboring booth.

Susan had a small, delicate face, her features as refined as a doll.

Her sequined tank top and ultra-short shorts showcased her youthful energy and stunning figure.

Opposite her. Wendy was even more captivating, her oval face lightly made up, her skin glowing, her features delicate and soft, especially her expressive eyes.

The combination of her gentle allure and seductive charm made her a top-tier beauty.

Susan's wine-red manicure finger suddenly poked her shoulder. "The man in the silver-gray suit has been staring at you since he came in."

Wendy was just about to look up when a greasy voice suddenly came in."Two beauties.do you have a drink?"

Wendy looked up to see a chubby man with a face full of flesh,flanked by two tattooed thugs,standing at their table.

The three men wore lecherous expressions, their eyes roaming over Wendy and Susan with ill intent.

Wendy's brows furrowed, her eyes turning icy, "Not interested."

Her tone was cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

The commotion drew the attention of many onlookers, who whispered among themselves, eager to see what would happen.

No one noticed the two imposing men who had just entered the bar.

Francis Vasquez had just stepped inside, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto Wendy and Susan.

He nudged the stern-looking man beside him, whispering, "Alexander, isn't that your beloved Wendy?"

Francis's father was a founding member of the Turner Group, once holding a seat on the board and serving as an assistant to Alexander's parents, making him one of the company's earliest contributors.

As a result, Alexander and Francis had known each other since childhood.

Alexander often had Francis help with various matters.

So Francis was well aware of the situation between Wendy and Alexander.

He just hadn't had the chance to formally meet her.

Alexander looked up, and amidst the bustling crowd, he spotted Wendy instantly.

Today, she was different-stunningly beautiful in a way that took his breath away.

His gaze lingered on her, unable to look away.

Meanwhile, the situation with Wendy was escalating,drawing more attention from nearby patrons, though no one dared to intervene.

The chubby man, eyes gleaming with greed, leered at Wendy and Susan.his sleazy face on full display.

"Ladies, don't make this difficult. Stick with me, Patrick, and I promise you won't regret it!"