Bartender only advised her with good intentions, but unfortunately, Victoria Miller was not one to appreciate her kindness. She felt that her sadness was the biggest thing in the world, so no one should disturb her drinking.
Bartender made another two cocktails for her and he drank it immediately. This time, she was a little drunk and she laid on the table and muttered: "Joseph Grant, I love you … I really do love you more than anyone else. "
Her voice was low, and no one could hear her.
There were a few young men who had their eyes on Victoria Miller already, and seeing her full of famous brands, all of them were eager to get to know her. These men often loitered around the night shop, targeting rich women as their target.
"Miss, is she alone? Would you like me to have a drink with you? " A man walked over quickly and asked gently.
"Scram." This was not the first time Victoria Miller came to this place, she knew that these good—looking men were trying to take money from her. She pushed them away very coldly: "What's the use of being handsome, a man who relies on his face to eat."
After being mocked by her in such a manner, the man's face immediately flushed red, and he really wanted to give her a beating.
Victoria Miller was used to being arrogant in the Miller Family, she thought that everyone in the world would give in for her, so she sneered and stumbled out.
As Victoria Miller walked out of the hotel room, she remembered that she did not drive here today.
A taxi stopped in front of her. Victoria Miller got in. She took out a few pieces of cash from her bag and threw them at the driver's seat.
Victoria Miller sat on the back seat, dizzy. As she did not eat much in the afternoon, after drinking so much, she felt sick to her stomach. She could only close her eyes and endure the pain.
Suddenly, she noticed that the driver seemed to have walked on a path she wasn't familiar with. She immediately scolded angrily, "Are you crazy about money? You're so close yet you're taking a detour. Do you think the money I gave you isn't enough?"
Just as Victoria Miller finished cursing, the taxi suddenly stopped at a dark alley beside the alley.
The car door suddenly opened, and just as Victoria Miller wanted to take out her phone to call her family, her handbag was snatched away by a man.
"My bag …" Victoria Miller woke up from shock. When she raised her head, she saw three men wearing masks and hats, she felt that something dangerous was going to happen, she wanted to scream. The other car door suddenly opened; a man used a cloth to cover her mouth that she wanted to scream out loud.
The sky gradually darkened, in the Vice—President's residence, Warren Hilton and Zoey left first. Alvina Miller leaned on the sofa and squinted his eyes for a while.
The lights on the staircase were pressed, and a tall and muscular figure slowly walked down.
Joseph Grant was already awake, he twisted the center of his brows. Although he was awake, his head was still dizzy and uncomfortable, he had already taken off his jacket, and was only wearing a white shirt, revealing a small piece of healthy skin.
Joseph Grant suddenly felt that there was something strange about his left hand. He had never worn anything before, but right now, he was wearing an exquisite and elegant ring on his finger.
Looking at the diamond ring, the man's lips couldn't help but twitch.
Walking down the stairs, Joseph Grant saw the woman who had fallen asleep on the sofa, hugging her pillow. He frowned, and quickly walked over with long legs.
Why did he fall asleep here?
There was clearly a bed upstairs, but she chose to sleep like this. It was very easy to freeze.
Joseph Grant reached out and took the neatly folded blanket by her side, preparing to cover her with it.
"Joseph Grant." Alvina Miller slept very lightly, and the moment the blanket touched her arm, she immediately woke up. When he raised his head and saw the man standing beside his, she couldn't help but call out his name.
The man bent over, still forcing the blanket over her, and reproached her in a low voice, "Why are you sleeping here? Is it because the bed upstairs is not easy to sleep in, or is my embrace not warm enough? "
Seeing him laughing in all seriousness, Alvina Miller was truly amused. She grinned and replied him: "I originally wanted to sleep next to you, but I was afraid that you would mess around when you were drunk, so I didn't dare to sleep."
"So you wanted to sleep in the living room on the day of your engagement? If others were to know about this, they would think that there was a problem with our relationship. " The man's handsome face was still dissatisfied, but his heart ached even more.
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