Chapter 355

Vivian Laurent snatched the glass from the table and flung its contents at the man without hesitation.

"This drink will help wash your filthy mouth."

The man froze in shock before erupting in rage. "You bitch! What makes you different from that ugly freak? Coming to a nightclub just to pick up men?"

A sharp slap echoed through the air.

Vivian gripped his chin and twisted with a sickening crack.

The man's jaw dislocated instantly, sweat beading on his forehead from the pain.

"Only pathetic men judge women by their looks." Vivian's lips curled in contempt. "She's worth a thousand of you trash."

The girl in the center of the dance floor stopped moving, staring at Vivian in surprise.

Vivian snapped her fingers at the bartender. "Throw these three out. Permanent ban."

"Yes, boss."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. No one had expected this young woman to be the owner of Nightfall Lounge.

As security dragged the men away, the dancing girl slipped out unnoticed.

"Follow her." Vivian frowned.

Isabella Langley looked puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"I'm worried she might do something reckless."

Outside, the three men were cursing loudly. "What kind of shithole is this? Those sluts dress like whores begging for attention!"

"That ugly bitch was the worst! How dare she show her face in public?"

They turned to leave when a figure blocked their path.

"Did I say you could go?" The girl's voice was icy.

The men screamed. "Ghost!"

Under the dim streetlights, her face looked eerily distorted.

Recognizing the girl from the dance floor, they leered again. "Did the ugly freak come looking for some fun?"

"Think you can scare us with a toy gun?" One man reached for the miniature pistol in her hand.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes. "You're dead."

She pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed the man's ear.

His legs gave out as he collapsed to his knees, urine soaking his pants.

"Next time, it's your head." She holstered the gun and vanished into the night.

When Vivian rushed outside, she found only three trembling men on the ground.

"Where is she?" Vivian hauled one up by his collar.

"A ghost... she's a ghost..." The man babbled incoherently.