Chapter 6 Don't Touch That Woman

"I don't need your favor," Giana said. Mr. Bertram rushed directly to Giana empowered by the wine, and slapped her heavily, "I ask you to drink. You have to drink it. You are just a down-and-out. Don't be so arrogant!" As he spoke, he directly took the wine bottle and poured it into Giana's mouth. Giana wanted to push him away, but his strength was much stronger than hers, not to mention that there was Alyssa as a helper beside him. Mr. Bertram appreciated Alyssa's help very much, "Alyssa, you are sensible. I will tell the director about adding drama to you later." Hearing this, Alyssa worked harder, "Thank you, Mr. Bertram. My sister is not sensible, please forgive me, Mr. Bertram." Giana didn't know how much alcohol she had been given. Her capacity for alcohol was not good, and she just felt a little drunk at the moment. She tried her best to control her remaining consciousness, "I...I want to go back..." "Okay, I'll take you back in a while." Mr. Bertram embraced Giana. His eyes were full of desire. The woman in front of him was not very attractive, but when Mr. Bertram thinks that this woman was the girlfriend of Mr. Hawthorn, he couldn't help but get excited. At this moment, Mr. Bertram's cell phone rang suddenly. Originally, he wanted to hang up, but when he looked at the caller ID, he still picked it up. It was the director. Especially the director was still his elder brother. He got the position of assistant director with the help of his elder brother. It was just that after picking up the phone for a while, Mr. Bertram seemed to suddenly wake up from alcohol. His face turned pale, and even he was short of breath. "How could it be...how could it be, she, she...she's just a street sweeper with no background. Although her former boyfriend was William, William already has a fiancée now. He doesn't care about her at all. Otherwise, how can he allow his ex-girlfriend to be a street sweeper? "In short, you can't touch this woman, and you have to let her leave safely. You must know that the boss of the company called me directly to say this. The boss also said that if something goes wrong with this woman tonight, the crew will have to disband tomorrow. As for you, you would have no chance to live in New York." Director Stones said. Thinking of the boss's serious warning just now, he felt uneasy. "How is it possible? How could an investment of thirty million dollars be disbanded easily?" Mr. Bertram said in disbelief, "Who is this woman?" "How do I know? Anyway, you made this trouble. If you dare to touch her, I will deal with you!" Director Stones said fiercely, "How is she now, is she okay?" Mr. Bertram was worried and anxious. He didn't dare to say that he had already slapped Giana and even forced her to drink half a bottle of red wine. Giana staggered at this moment and wanted to open the door of the box and go out, but Alyssa stepped forward to stop her. It was nothing to sacrifice her sister, what she wanted was just that she can be popular. What she didn't expect was that Mr. Bertram rushed up and slapped her hard. Alyssa staggered and almost fell to the ground. "Don't stop her!" Mr. Bertram hated Alyssa right now. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't make this trouble! Alyssa looked at Mr. Bertram in shock. She opened the door respectfully, allowing Giana to walk out of the box, "Mr. Bertram, you are..." "Do you want to kill me? Who is your sister? Who is behind her?" Mr. Bertram asked sharply. Alyssa looked bewildered. Was her sister a big shot? Was there a big shot behind Giana? Why didn't she know? Giana staggered out of the box at this moment. The effect of alcohol made her sluggish, and her vision became more and more blurred. She thought, "I want to go back... I have to go back quickly. Otherwise, it would be dangerous to get drunk outside like this!" Her rationality was telling her to go home, but her body seemed to be a little out of order. Where to... Where to go? Where to... A vague figure entered her eyes, but that figure... gave her a familiar and reassuring feeling, as if as long as that figure was there, she was safe. Giana walked towards that figure step by step. With great difficulty, she finally came to that figure. She looked up at him. Her eyes almost lost focus, but smiled with a hint of relief. "Kason..." The next moment, the eyelids she had made efforts to keep open finally closed, and her unstable body fell downwards. Holding her falling body with one arm, Kason stared at her cheeks. He gently touched the obvious marks of being beaten on her cheeks with his fingers, and his eyes became cold. "Mr. Louise." Henry put away the phone in his hand, and carefully reported what he just learned, "Miss Kelsen was forced to drink some red wine. And she was slapped by someone." "Really? Disable the man who slapped her." Kason said. Then he directly picked up Giana and got in the car. Henry frowned. Was Mr. Louise going to revenge for Giana? Back then, when Mr. Louise's fiancée died, he did not do anything for her. But now, he wanted to do something for the perpetrator of the car accident. Inside the car, Kason felt the mark of being beaten on her cheeks was extremely obvious. She was just a game to him, but why was he so displeased when he sees her being beaten and injured? Was it out of sympathy? When did he actually have sympathy for people? —— When Giana woke up, she saw the ceiling of the rental house and a familiar face. "Kason!" Giana sat up abruptly. But when she stood up, her head hurt. She gasped suddenly, and said slowly, "I... how did I come back? I remembered that I was at the clubhouse." The scenes in the box were replaying in her mind, and her complexion gradually became painful. "I saw you coming out at the gate of the clubhouse, so I brought you back," Kason said. "But I didn't tell you where I was." "When you answered the phone, I heard the address accidentally." He said, "Do you want some water, sister? Maybe it will make you feel better." He handed her a glass of warm water. She drank a few sips and felt better. "I didn't do anything strange when I was drunk, right?" She couldn't help asking.