一二三影院

Chapter 230: 230: Drunk Wine, A Different Emily Walker 4

Baldhead Man dragged her out, but the next second, a tall, dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He subconsciously raised his head, only to see a pair of cold eyes staring straight at him, radiating a hint of intimidating murderous aura.

Looking at the pained expression and the traces of blood on the forehead of the person before him, Baron Stuart’s forehead veins began to bulge, his eyes bloodthirsty, as if he wanted to tear the man in front of him to pieces!

As he made eye contact with Baron Stuart’s crimson eyes, Baldhead Man felt a slight surprise, seemingly sensing the impending danger slowly approaching him and instilling fear in him.

However, he had never met the man before him, so why did he look like he wanted to kill him?

At this time, Clayton Howard had already handled the three men with daggers outside the door and quickly rushed to the entrance of the private room. When he saw this scene, he swiftly lifted his hand and fiercely gripped the wrist of Baldhead Man.

A sudden sharp pain came from his wrist, and Baldhead Man subconsciously loosened his grip on Emily Walker. She was then released and fell into Baron Stuart’s arms.

“Cripple him.”

With an icy statement, Baron Stuart no longer looked at Baldhead Man, but turned his eyes to the person in his arms.

As he held her, injured all over, his heart tightened and his brow furrowed, “Emily Walker?”

With her hair released, Emily Walker didn’t feel any pain anymore, and her whole person returned to a drunken state.

Baron Stuart held her with both hands and forced her to look at him, “Emily Walker? What happened to you?”

Emily Walker tilted her head, groaned a few times, then tilted her head curiously to look at the man holding her. Following that, she laughed silly again, “Hehe… are you Baron Stuart?”

As she spoke, Baron Stuart smelled the strong scent of wine and involuntarily furrowed his brows, “Have you been drinking?”

Completely immersed in her drunken state, Emily Walker didn’t even hear him.

Lifting her hands to hug his neck, her face was full of silly smiles, “Hehe…

you… you’re Baron Stuart…”

Baron Stuart’s brow furrowed slightly. Just what had happened to this woman to make her so drunk?

Damn it, who got her drunk?!

“Baron Stuart… I was bitten by someone… it hurts so much…” She said groggily, about to show him her bitten hand (actually, someone else was bitten by her).

But after searching for a long time, she couldn’t find the bite mark, “Huh… why can’t I find it…

Seeing her like this, Baron Stuart was both worried and helpless, quietly watching her with furrowed brows.

Meanwhile, the other few people in the private room couldn’t help but become curious when they saw this scene.

After all, news of his mysterious girlfriend had just spread yesterday.

“Young Lord, I presume this is your mysterious girlfriend?” Inside the sofa, one of the three British People asked with curiosity.

As for these people, Baron Stuart had long since lost his patience. At this time, it was a perfect excuse for him to leave.

His lips curved into an enchanting smile, “I presume you all have seen, her—”

“Baron Stuart—” Seeing him turning his face to the side, Emily Walker pouted in dissatisfaction, stretching her hand to turn his face back, her lips pursed, “Baron Stuart… why aren’t you looking at me anymore… don’t you like me anymore….”