After all, this was a chance to meet various big shots. These girls were obviously wealthy young ladies, young and beautiful. What guy wouldn’t be interested?
One guy even sang a song, and the young ladies applauded and cheered.
When it was my turn to propose a toast, I stood up and said, “Sorry, I don’t drink. I’ll toast you all with water instead.”
The wealthy young ladies, clearly troublemakers, immediately objected when they saw I wasn’t drinking.
“What are you pretending for?” one said, coming over to pull me.
During the scuffle, my collar was pulled down.
“That’s enough,” said the girl who had spoken to me during the day, coming over to shield me and separate the others.
She was clearly their leader, and they immediately backed off.
“Miss Carter likes this type? Don’t worry, we won’t compete.”
“Hey, look at what’s on the back of his neck.”
I suddenly remembered the tattoo on the back of my neck and quickly pulled my collar to cover it.
They all looked surprised when they saw it. The woman leading them, Gianna Carter, frowned.
“Miss Carter, that golden tattoo; isn’t it the one I know about?”