Chapter 117

Elsie frowned slightly. Before she could say a word, a hand shot out from the side, snatched the drink from the guy’s hand, and splashed it right onto his face. Hair Gel No.2 froze for a second, then instantly flipped out. “What the hell is wrong with you?” “That’ll sober you up. Don’t bother thanking me,” Olivia said while yanking him out of the booth, stepping in front of Elsie like a human shield. Her eyes scanned him top to bottom with obvious disdain. “Look at yourself—do you even own a mirror? Thinking you’ve got a shot with her? Please. You’re not even in the same league as one of her fingernails.” That guy was clearly pissed now, face twisted in rage. “You—f*ck you…” “F*ck your dad,” Olivia snapped back, voice sharp enough to cut glass, instantly shutting him up. It was around eight or nine, the bar was packed. The sounds around quieted a bit as people turned to see what was going on. Olivia stood tall, full of fire. “Her man’s six-foot-two with abs you could do laundry on, lit