After going downstairs, Clara Grant had barely answered her phone when she was surrounded by several men.
When she saw that short, fat slob from upstairs—the one who had been harassing her—standing in front of her reeking of alcohol with a lecherous grin, she immediately understood.
'So this fatty hadn't given up after all. He actually chased me downstairs and even brought backup!'
Clara Grant's expression turned icy. 'So, what's the plan? Use being drunk as an excuse to go wild? Is he not going to stop until he gets his hands on me?'
After her recent "battle" with Seth Quinn upstairs, her mood was low, so she was in no mood to "play along" now.
Without even glancing at the fat man, Clara Grant parted her lips and coldly spat out two words: "Step aside!"
