"No, not really."
Sparkle let out a long sigh of relief.
"She only knocked me down and pawed me everywhere."
Sparkle: ...
"What, are all the women in the Gold Family this desperate?" Evan folded his arms and looked at her coolly, curious to see what kind of nonsense she would come up with next.
Dolly Gold?
Daisy Gold?
Her name was already tacky enough, but to come up with even tackier names, it must be the genes of her family. In the future, she must not be allowed to name any kids!
Sparkle's big eyes darted around as she guiltily avoided looking at Evan, weakly arguing, "It's the alcohol's fault."
"Knowing your low tolerance and worse behavior when drunk, yet still daring to get wasted, it seems Mrs. Saint's self-discipline and intelligence are equally worrisome."
"Evan, can't you just stop picking on me for a moment and let me live peacefully?"
"No."
"You..."
