CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: I WANT TO SLEEP IN THE MASTER BEDROOM—YOUR BED HAD BETTER BE COMFORTABLE

Immediately, one side of the man’s face turned red, not sure if it was blood or red wine?

The man swayed, feeling dizzy, holding his lower body with one hand, angrily shouting at his good friend:

"Cole, what are you sitting there for? Come help me get rid of this bitch!"

The guy named Cole couldn’t stand seeing his buddy beaten so badly, stood up ready to deal with her, but Ian Sterling suddenly got up and stopped him:

"Try touching her, I dare you."

"My buddy’s already like that, no way that woman leaves here standing tonight! Mr. Sterling, you’d better not meddle."

Can’t leave here standing? Is he looking for a beating?

Ian Sterling couldn’t help but laugh a little, suddenly punched him heavily in the side of the face, the man didn’t steady himself, and fell onto the table, knocking cups and bottles onto the floor.

The man pressed his tongue against his aching cheek, narrowed his eyes, thinking he mingled in both the underworld and the legitimate world, why would he fear a Sterling?

Worst case, he just won’t cooperate with him anymore; this situation tonight has to be resolved!

He took out his phone to call the owner of this place, telling him to bring in the bouncers,—

Vivian couldn’t help but look at him, thinking he really wouldn’t care about her, but Ian Sterling walked to her side in a few steps, grabbed her wrist, and prepared to leave with her.

But they only made it to the corridor before a group of people blocked their way.

"Disable that woman’s hands for me." Vince walked out from the room, all in red, and angrily shouted at the bunch of bouncers.

Ian Sterling shielded her behind him, already prepared for a fight, but then suddenly another group of unruly people showed up:

"Who dares mess with our Nolan? Tired of living?"

Who’s this so-called Nolan? Who is she? The bar’s bouncers turned back fiercely, but upon seeing the silver-haired man leading the other side, their fierce eyes instantly cleared up, like mice seeing a cat.

"Isn’t, isn’t this K?" The man turned cowardly and greeted with a smile.

The silver-haired man ignored him, walked over, pushed them away, and walked directly in front of Summer Nolan asking, "Nolan, are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

"Not hurt, just in a bad mood." Vivian pouted.

"Who made you upset, leave it to me..." he asked fiercely.

"Those two men back there, and the owner of this bar, just teach them a lesson, don’t cause any fatalities. I’m heading home, let’s drink together another time."

Vivian patted his shoulder and walked away with Ian Sterling. She’d been drinking with this group in the private room all afternoon.

Mason Zane, the head of the city’s largest gang, Vivian had inadvertently saved him in the past and later ran into him at the bar where she worked part-time; he often brought people to the bar she worked at to support it, so they got to know each other well.

The bar’s bouncers watched them beating people without daring to utter a word, pretending not to hear that they were going to beat the boss.

The boss may have paid them, but offending this group could cost them their lives, they weren’t that stupid.

Didn’t expect that woman to have such a backing, luckily they didn’t get a chance to act earlier, otherwise they’d be done for! This K is not only skilled in martial arts but also particularly ruthless!

After getting in the car, Ian Sterling finally asked worriedly, "How did you start hanging out with these people? Don’t you know they’re notorious for terrible deeds?"

"They’ve long since gone legitimate, haven’t done those murderous and arson things anymore, they’re seriously running businesses and making money.

Have you noticed the city’s crackdown on crime in recent years? They never actively seek trouble." Vivian thought they were loyal and principled.

Better than those who play dirty tricks and sabotage behind the scenes in the workplace.

"You’re not allowed to hang out with them in the future! Blending in with that group of men, aren’t you afraid they’ll... " Ian Sterling glanced at her meaningfully.

"I’ve known them for almost two years, they respect me a lot, besides, who are you to me, why do you care about me?"

"I’m your future brother-in-law... if you keep misbehaving, I’ll tell your sister." He crossed his long legs against the back of the chair, turning his head to glance at her.

Vivian felt uncomfortable hearing what he said, crossing her arms and snorting coldly, "Not even close to getting there, and you think you can be my brother-in-law? I think Attorney Spencer is a better match for my sister.

My sister and he make a more compatible couple."

Ian Sterling glanced at her, suddenly going grim, "Then let’s see."

Back at the door, he thought this girl would go back to her own house, but when he turned around, he found she was still following him!

"Go back to your own home." He called in a low voice.

"Are you kidding? I’m dressed like this, if mom and sis saw, how would I explain? Stop nagging, open the door quickly, I’ll go back tomorrow." Vivian looked at him, inexplicably annoyed, insisting that he take responsibility.

Ian Sterling glanced at her outfit, frowning, "Running out dressed like this and not afraid, but afraid your sister might see?"

"None of your business! Hurry up and open the door." She was impatient.

The man felt helpless, could only enter the entryway code, and as soon as the door opened, she walked in first, she’d been out in her pajamas and slippers all afternoon.

Ian Sterling admired her courage, what woman dared to wander outside in such light pajamas and slippers?

Today’s young people’s thinking is still too advanced.

He closed the door behind them, "You go sleep in the guest room."

"I want to sleep in the master bedroom, your bed is more comfortable, sleep wherever you want then."

After saying that, Vivian walked towards his master bedroom, closing the door behind her, not treating herself as an outsider as she went to his closet to grab a shirt.

As she was about to go to the bathroom, the door swung open, and he walked up to her, grabbing her arm about to throw her out, Vivian grabbed the edge of the table,

"What are you doing?"

"Go sleep in the guest room yourself, so casually sleeping in a man’s bed, aren’t you ashamed?" He was displeased, not wanting to be led by the nose by this girl.

"We’ve already slept together anyway, what’s there to be ashamed about?"

She held onto the edge of the table unwilling to let go, but suddenly he gave a tug, forcing her to let go, and he pulled her out of the master bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Vivian angrily kicked his door, the less interested he was in her, the more she wanted to make him fall for her, determined to fight back this indignation.

She hadn’t suffered such a loss at the hands of a man before.

She had no choice but to head to the guest bathroom, and after more than half an hour, she came out with her stomach growling with hunger, she hadn’t eaten properly all day, just had some fruits and snacks in the private room, then drank.

Rubbing her stomach, she went outside, finding the steak he made at noon still on the dining table, but it had turned cold and hard.

She took a piece of steak to the stove, intending to heat it up, but when she turned to find a spatula, she accidentally knocked the pot onto the floor, causing a clatter!