I saw Alaricka put his hand on Holter’s shoulder, then gave a hard pull, and Holter’s suit jacket almost split in two right then.

Whether it was the suit jacket outside or the white shirt inside, almost all of it fell right off Holter, with only a few bits stubbornly holding on to the slipping fabric.

Alaricka quickly moved aside, showing Holter in his current messy state.

The upper body was almost naked, showing a pale, skinny figure.

The crowd below was in an uproar.

Holter’s face turned pale, and he quickly pulled up his fallen clothes with both hands.

Although men would show their upper bodies in all kinds of situations, in this kind of forced, public situation where his shirt was torn open, Holter basically felt like he was being stripped naked in front of everyone.

All in all, I totally lost face.

Holter couldn’t believe it: “Alaricka, what are you doing?!”

Alaricka’s face went completely cold: “What are you doing? Do what you want to do to me. Don’t you just want to see me stripped naked and laugh at me?”

“I didn’t want to, so I could only sacrifice you. See, everyone was laughing so happily. Your sacrifice was worth it.”

Holter’s lips shut right away, then he stared with wide eyes: “How did you know about this?”

His face darkened and he shouted in anger, “Alaricka, how could you do this to me?!”

He was shaking with anger, glaring fiercely at Alaricka, wishing he could tear her apart.

Alaricka just regretted not having more time to cut Holter’s pants with a knife, and not being able to make Holter completely exposed in front of everyone.

She sneered, “What? You can do this to me, but I can’t do the same to you?”

“Holter, I wasn’t a saint; I could get revenge too.”

She threw the little knife she’d been hiding in her palm onto the table, and the metal hit the glass wine cup, making a crisp sound.

Holter’s face was really pale, and his eyes looked gloomy.

Alaricka turned around quickly and faced everyone. “This is my gift to you. Do you like it?”

The audience went silent, all looking at Alaricka in shock.

Alaricka only heard Holter’s hurried footsteps leaving behind her.

She felt super bored and turned away.

Alaricka lifted her skirt and looked down, carefully watching the road.

It was nighttime, and since this was a bar, bars usually kept the lights really dim, so if Alaricka didn’t watch her step going down the stairs, she could easily trip and fall.

When footsteps sounded behind her, Alaricka thought it was Holter coming to settle the score with her after changing clothes.

She didn’t move her eyes or brows until a huge, irresistible force suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Then he gave a sudden yank and forced her body to turn around.

Alaricka saw Kieran’s eyes.

She frowned in a dismissive way: “What’s up?”

Alaricka thought Kieran was also here to cause trouble; her tone was cold, and her face looked indifferent.

Kieran looked at her with his head slightly lowered, his voice deep: “You’re really something.”

Alaricka raised an eyebrow, a mocking smirk on her lips: “Same to you.”

In the previous life, Kieran was also one of the people just watching the show.

Kieran used even more force, almost pulling her so hard it hurt.

Alaricka gritted her teeth, “Let go of me!”

Kieran squinted his eyes a bit and leaned in closer, his gaze sweeping over her body like a beast checking its territory.

“Holter gave you the clothes you wore?”

Alaricka sneered and said, “You already know the answer.”

Kieran’s eyebrows moved a little.

“Kier, you were here. I was just looking for you.”

Roschelle’s gentle voice came from the hallway.

“Ms. Huston, you were here too.”

Alaricka’s eyes didn’t move, just watched as Kieran turned to look at Roschelle, and soon let go of her hand.

Roschelle walked over, barely able to hide her hostility toward Alaricka: “Kier, what were you saying to Ms. Huston?”

Alaricka gave a cold little tug at the corner of her mouth, twisted her wrist, and turned to leave.

The next moment, Kieran grabbed her wrist.

She couldn’t hold back her temper and shook off Kieran’s hand hard, saying coldly, “Mr. Argent, your girlfriend is still watching; you’d better be careful.”

Kieran’s face had sharp lines, and his narrow black eyes darkened: “Alaricka.”

Roschelle immediately grabbed Kieran’s arm and said gently, “Kier, weren’t you going to watch a movie with me? Let’s go now, or we’ll be late.”

Alaricka took a few steps back and said calmly, “Mr. Argent, you’d better just go on your date with your girlfriend.”

After saying that, she turned and left.