“You're blaming me?" Valeria appeared hurt, burping as she was halted by another bodyguard.

Temporarily ignoring Valeria, the middle-aged man approached Rosalynn and yanked her hair.

As he gazed at her striking face, he felt a twisted attraction.

“You're quite impressive and gorgeous. I'll have fun with both of you today."

Rosalynn's head was wrenched upward, the man's alcoholic breath washing over her. Her expression hardened.

“How dare you lay a hand on me?"

"Wow, so full of yourself, aren't you? What if I decide to take action?" Sarcasm dripped from the man's words.

Rosalynn's face clouded over, and just as she was about to retort, a familiar figure caught her eye.

Her eyes sparkled with hope.

"Barlow!"

“What are you trying to do? You think calling for help will work tonight?" The man grinned wickedly as his hand inched to Rosalynn's chest.

“Really? Care to try that again?"

Barlow appeared, a teasing smile dancing on his Lips. He knocked out the bodyguard who tried to stop him, sending the man sprawling.

The middle-aged man's face blanched, and his bravado vanished, replaced by apprehension as Barlow closed in.

“Who are you?"

Silent, Barlow engaged the bodyguard, who had managed to scramble back to his feet.

Rosalynn seized the opportunity to break free from the distracted bodyguard.

“Rosalynn, help me!" Valeria pleaded, desperation ringing in her voice.

Cold as ice, Rosalynn struck the bodyguard restraining Valeria.

The three bodyguards crumpled to the floor, defeated.

The middle-aged man's eyes darted around, taking in his surroundings.

Seizing a moment of distraction, he made his escape.