The Twilight was a small, three-hundred-square-meter bar.
There was no passionate music playing here, nor any wild dancing. Instead, there was only the sound of whispered conversations and the clinking of bottles.
When Darnell arrived at the bar, the clock on the wall pointed to nine o’clock. Men and women filled the place, their emotions high as they fully enjoyed their youth and happiness.
One by one, alluring and beautiful women, along with various men by their sides, exuded hormones.
In this ambiguous atmosphere, figures overlapped, and everyone seemed out of control.
The Twilight could only be considered a mid-range bar. The decor was average, and the drinks served were ordinary. Dim red lights filled the bar, giving it a special charm.
Darnell moved through the lights and shadows, quickly spotting a familiar figure. Abbigail, a stunning beauty, sat at the bar on a high stool, drinking.
Dressed in black clothing, her hair disheveled and covering half of her beautiful face. With smudged eyeliner and bare skin illuminated by the red lights, she had a pure and innocent appearance with a touch of enchantment.
Her slender fair legs exposed under her short skirt attracted the attention of passing men. However, no one dared to approach her. They had clearly experienced her aloofness towards men.
Although Abbigail looked stunning in this outfit, she appeared quite different from her usual self. She lacked the cunning charm and instead displayed a hint of innocence.
She sat at the bar with a bottle in front of her as Darnell approached. He casually grabbed a drink from the bar and said, “Men who come to bars are seeking excitement, while women are often seeking solace.”
Muttering to himself, Darnell leaned closer. However, before he could reach her, a middle-aged man approached.
This man was in his forties with a bald head, standing 1. 8 meters tall with muscular arms. His first impression gave off an air of brute force.
There was also something bulging behind his back, as if he was hiding some kind of weapon.
The bald man didn’t directly approach Abbigail. Instead, he exchanged a glance with the bartender.
Darnell stopped in his tracks. He felt that this man looked familiar. Then he remembered Callum’s information about the Axe. The bald man was none other than Pierce.
What a small world it was.
Darnell ordered another drink and put on a pair of glasses.
After finishing her cocktail, Abbigail’s mood remained gloomy. She ordered a glass of brandy, which was promptly delivered by the respectful bartender.
Abbigail didn’t bother to look up. She held the glass in one hand and slowly savored it. The bartender let out a sigh of relief as he withdrew his slightly trembling hands when he turned around to make a cocktail for the bald man and discreetly pocketed some money.
By simply serving Abbigail a glass of brandy, he earned one thousand dollars. It was truly a profitable deal for him. The joy of success completely overshadowed any guilt he felt.
The bald man drank his cocktail, occasionally displaying playful smiles but not rushing to approach Abbigail.
He patiently waited for Abbigail to finish most of her brandy before walking over with his cocktail and pulling up a chair right next to her.
The dim light in the bar added an extra allure to Abbigail’s already enchanting appearance as she leaned on the table with her elbows slightly pressed against it.
Her stunning curves attracted even more attention from the bald man, who couldn’t help but salivate. Having spent many years conquering women in bars, he had never seen someone like her before.
Clicking his tongue in admiration, the bald man pretended to be a gentleman as he swayed his glass and asked,
“Miss, hello. My name is Pierce.”
“Why are you drinking alone tonight?”
Abbigail gave him a cold glance without uttering a word and continued swaying her highball glass as coldly as ever.
But the bald man didn’t give up. Picking up girls required thick skin. “Feeling down? How about I buy you drinks?”
“If you’re willing, I can even listen to your story.”
He spoke with a touch of melancholy, “Behind every drunk woman must be something that has made her sad.”
Abbigail’s face turned cold. “Get lost!”
Hearing Abbigail’s refusal and being yelled at, Pierce revealed a faint smirk. He believed that it wouldn’t take long for this woman to succumb to his advances. With that thought, he sneered, “If you’re not interested in drinks, how about we do something more exciting?”
“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t disappoint you.”
Pierce exhaled a puff of warm air. “All your sadness and troubles will vanish in the magic of my tricks.”
Abbigail let out a mocking laugh, her eyes glinting with cold menace. She wanted to rise and teach this lecher a lesson, but a wave of dizziness crashed over her, making her feel increasingly unsteady. She didn’t even have the strength to stand.
She glanced at the brandy in her glass, then at the overly confident bald man before her.
Suddenly, it hit her-the brandy had been tampered with. “Did you dare to drug me?”
Pierce wore a triumphant, sinister grin, finishing his drink like a champion. With a playful smirk, he said, “Drug you? Miss, I have no idea what you’re talking about. When have I ever done anything like that?”
“Are you playing hard to get? If you’re looking for something a bit more exciting, I wouldn’t mind joining you.”
He checked his Rolex. “The time’s about right. So, are we going to your place, mine, or should we get a hotel room?”
“You… will regret this!”
Abbigail struggled, wanting to fight back and warn Pierce about the consequences of his treachery, but the sedative was clouding her mind.
Her body went limp, and she slumped back into her seat, her forehead resting against the cold tabletop. Abbigail had never imagined someone would dare use such a despicable tactic against her. She felt a sense of alarm, but it was too late.
A wave of despair washed over her as she grasped what it meant to be caught off guard, regretting her decision to slip away from her bodyguards to drink here.
“Regret?”
Pierce leaned in closer, inhaling Abbigail’s scent. “What’s there to regret?.”
“Besides, this is my territory. I’m the one who makes others regret. No one has ever made me regret anything.”
His smile turned wicked. “Alright, enough of this. Let’s go. I’ll take you to a hotel.”
Pierce feigned concern as he helped Abbigail up, his expression revealing his familiarity with the situation. Even through her clothes, he could feel the warmth and surprising elasticity of her body.
His heart raced with excitement, but suddenly, out of nowhere, someone burst onto the scene.
Darnell splashed a drink into Pierce’s eyes. Caught off guard, he cried out and instinctively covered his eyes, trying to wipe the alcohol off his face.
But instead of relief, a searing pain hit him-there was something spicy in the drink. Just as Pierce was about to explode with rage, a powerful slap struck his face.
Pierce stumbled back, crying out as he crashed into the bar. Darnell, meanwhile, wrapped his arms around the dazed Abbigail and angrily shouted, “Bastard! I’ve been looking for you for months. You dare to seduce my wife? I’ll make you pay!”
Darnell unleashed a flurry of slaps, leaving Pierce disoriented, before delivering a kick that sent him crashing to the ground, continuing to berate him, “How dare you make me a cuckold, you asshole!”