"Look, it seems that I'm not just having fun tonight, you have a lot of courage. But I advise you to take your mouth back. I'm sure you don't want to be thrown in the middle of the road by my security guards. Bernard sarcastically said, his face full of jokes in the bright lights.
Richard did not flinch, but gritted his teeth and took a step forward, a fierce sense of oppression emanating from him. The physical pain remained, and he clearly understood that in the case of injury, he couldn't control his strength. If he made a rash move, it might lead to direct serious injury or even death to the other party. So he was still trying to restrain himself. "I won't allow you to continue to treat her like this."
Martina watched the confrontation silently, both moved and worried. She was surprised by Richard's escort behavior, but she knew very well that Bernard would not give up so easily. The atmosphere instantly froze, but the fist did not fall, perhaps Richard's momentum was too scary, or perhaps Bernard was also weighing the consequences.
Finally, Bernard shrugged his shoulders with a slight disdain and left, saying, "You're asking for trouble, boy." Remember, there are some people you can't afford to mess with. He walked slowly towards the lounge, his eyes showing a bit of fear.
"If you get any closer to her, I'll definitely make you pay for it." Richard's voice faded away with Bernard's back, and the anger in his heart cooled slightly, but he still couldn't let go.
Martina's eyes showed gratitude and reverence, she gently touched Richard's arm and whispered, "Thank you, I really appreciate it."
"No need, I just did what I thought I should do." Richard shook his head.
"You... Are you injured? She smelled blood on him, and the concern in her eyes made Richard feel a burst of warmth.
Richard laughed and pulled out a relaxed expression, "It's okay, a little injury." I just had some trouble."
"You don't look good, you should see a doctor." Martina said with concern, a hint of softness mixed in her voice, as if to dispel the noise of the whole night.
"It's all small things tonight, I just want to drink and forget about it all." Richard smiled bitterly, trying to make himself less embarrassed in front of this girl. Alcohol was originally a tool to paralyze consciousness, but at this moment it made him feel more vulnerable.
"But even so, don't sacrifice your health." Martina said to herself, although she was in a dark club, there was a kind of brilliance. Richard felt a warmth in his heart, and the haze in his heart seemed to dissipate slightly.
Just as the two were looking at each other, the usual noise came from the door. Several drunken men walked into the venue, shouting and laughing, as if looking for a joyful release. Richard's peripheral vision once again captured Bernard's figure as he walked into the back lounge, which looked particularly hypocritical against the backdrop of the metal light.
"He won't stop this behavior because of a temporary customer, lust has completely corrupted his soul, not to mention that I have to continue working here." Martina said, making Richard feel a hint of crisis.
"What's more, those strippers will be jealous because the boss has been staring at me lately, and they will stumble on me." She added.
"I'll make sure he doesn't come to harass you again." Richard said solemnly, secretly deciding in his heart that he would protect this brave and persistent girl no matter what. At this time, the fire in Richard's heart had already ignited, even alone, he would never allow anyone to disturb Martina's peace.
"At least I'll stay here tonight," he affirmed, "until you get off work and leave safely."
Martina was slightly stunned, as if she hadn't expected Richard to be so serious. In this noisy club, their eyes met, revealing indescribable emotions. The world outside the door was still noisy, but at this moment, the tacit understanding between them was particularly precious.
At two o'clock in the morning, the Silver Risque Club was empty, and both the strippers and the customers had left. However, Richard Howard was still lying in the corner, drunk and groggy. All that remained in his mind was Martina's refreshing figure like a clear spring.
At this time, Martina stood by the bar, looking at Richard's confused appearance, and a hint of worry flashed in her heart. Now that the club was about to be closed, she couldn't let him stay here any longer. And since he drank too much, he might get into unnecessary trouble outside.
"I'll help you find someone to pick him up," Martina said to herself, grabbing Richard's phone and dialing a random number according to the name in the contact book, silently hoping to meet a reliable friend.
After the phone rang a few times, a gentle voice from a man finally came from the other end, "Hello, this is James, is there something wrong?"
"Hello, I'm Martina, Richard is with me, he's drunk, can you come and pick him up?" Martina tried to keep her voice as calm as possible.
"Richard is drunk? This is not common. Well, I'll come right away. James answered quickly, and then hung up the phone.
Not long after, a car stopped at the entrance of the club. A bodyguard immediately opened the car door for James and left after James got out of the car.
When James entered the door and saw Richard drunk and unconscious, he frowned slightly.
"Okay, dude, I'm really ashamed of you." James shook his head, his eyes swept around the room, and then he noticed that Martina was still next to him, so he nodded to her kindly. Martina felt his gaze and looked up in response, smiling politely.
"Hey, thank you for helping me take care of him." James said briefly, then turned to Richard, "Let's go back."
Just as James was taking Richard away, Richard suddenly raised his head, as if he was aware of something, and his eyes fell on Martina. He threw an elusive intuition into her, and there was an unusual light in his deep eyes. "Martina......" he whispered, taking a deep breath as if he had taken some particular interest in her body scent. The scent was mixed with the scent of alcohol, but it was also combined with a fascinating mystery, as if there was an indescribable attraction.
Martina was called by this sound, and her heart was shocked slightly. Although she didn't know why Richard was so concerned about herself, she felt a nervousness and excitement that she had never experienced before, and she couldn't help but start to guess that he might not be an ordinary human.
"I don't want to leave," Richard continued to whisper, a hint of anxiety in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with the abrupt intervention.
"Don't worry, I'll help you find fresh air." Martina encouraged. In her gaze, Richard showed a beastly and rebellious pain that made her unable to hide.
Under Martina's whispered persuasion, the tension in the field eased slightly. In the end, she and James work together to put Richard in the passenger seat of his own luxury car.
James looked at Martina's eyes with an inexplicable inquiry. He noticed the special smell in her, reflecting a different intuition from ordinary people. He could not understand why Richard was so interested in this simple waitress.
"Thank you, Martina," James said to her again. By this point, he was able to realize that Martina's influence on Richard seemed to extend beyond alcohol. He began to think about it carefully, but didn't ask it right away.
"It's okay, I just want to make sure he's safe," Martina smiled.
"Do you want to give you a ride?" James asked kindly.
"Thank you, but no. At least I wasn't drunk and didn't need to be taken care of. See you soon. Martina finished speaking and left alone.
James shrugged his shoulders and sat in the driver's seat. Richard sat in the passenger seat, looking at the flickering lights outside the window, his eyes gradually returning to focus. "Follow up."
"Whom to follow up?" James looked puzzled, and the car was still still.
Unexpectedly, Richard's voice showed a hint of impatience.
"She." Richard stared ahead, past James, who seemed to be ignorant, with clear and firm commands, "I want to know where she is, there is something unusual about her."
James' confused expression became even more obvious, and he repeatedly considered Richard's words. Finally, from behind his arrogant brother, he discovers a hint of hidden complex emotions. "Are you sure? Anyway, I don't think you behaved normally just now."
"Anyway, we have to keep up with her." Richard never compromised, his tone tried to be restrained, but while he was in the driver's seat, James vaguely felt a sense of urgent truth.
"Okay." James shrugged, his voice a little tight, and finally decided to respect Richard's choice.
James turned the car keys, and the roar of the engine was particularly clear on the deserted street.
Martina, on the other hand, walks into the future with a lonely and resilient heart.
James' car slowly drove out of the parking lot and followed silently in Martina's direction.
