“Cut my face if you dare!”
Laura called her bluff, not knowing that Summer had just glassed the man. Summer smirked, poking the half-broken piece of bottle closer at her face. Laura’s eyes were wide open. She reached to cover her face with her hands, screaming to the top of her lungs even though the sharp edges of the bottle were still a distance away from her.
Summer sneered, “So much for the scream!”
Losing her face, Laura’s expression turned grim. Without getting up, she shot a look at the person behind Summer. Before Summer knew what happened, someone had grabbed her from behind. Seeing this, Jessica almost recovered from her stupor. She rose and sat over Laura and frantically pulled her hair.
“B*tch! Come for me if you dare! Don’t you disturb my friend! I have overlooked your backstabbing last time. Today, I’ll teach you a lesson…”
A few people had subdued Summer, others were trying to help Laura. But they could not separate Jessica from her. Summer was not taking the beating without fighting back. It had turned into a gang fight in the private room. A few others, not wanting to get involved, retreated to a corner, filming the melee with their phones.
Those who could survive in the entertainment industry were witty men and women. While Laura had no shortage of scandals and was relatively famous, Jessica was one step up from Laura in terms of fame. If the news of them fighting broke out, it would be nothing short of explosive.
Suddenly, the door burst open from the outside.
“Stop it!”
It was the voice of a man. Summer glanced up. The man looked familiar. He was the lobby manager. Everyone was stunned. Only Jessica and Laura were still wrestling on the floor, competing to pull hair out of each other’s heads. Laura knew the lobby manager. She called out, “Take this woman away. Quick!”
The lobby manager did not respond to her plea. Instead, he looked back at the man behind him, bowing his head in respect.
“Who are you looking for, President Jones?”
Summer looked back, seeing Carl walking toward her from the doorway. She was holding a bottle of wine, yet open. While a man was pulling her hair, she was grabbing the clothes of another woman with her free hand. It seemed like a dogfight.
Carl seemed shocked. He knew that Summer was a fantastic cook, but he did not know she was equally good at MMA. He hemmed and said, “Knock it off!”
Those men and women, knowing who Carl was, let Summer go. As soon as they went, Summer kicked the man for pulling her hair just now. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t touch the hair of women?” The man carried his leg, jumping up and down as he groaned in pain. All he dared to do was glare at Summer without saying a word.
Just then, Laura, who was pinned under Jessica, called out coquettishly, “President Jones…”
When Carl came in, Summer was the first person he saw. It was not until Laura called out that he saw Jessica sitting over her. Frowning, he went up to pull Jessica up. She shook his hand away as she got to her feet.
Laura was a Tip Top artist. She thought since Jessica’s management company was the rival of Tip Top, Carl must be on her side. Sitting up and crying with her face in her hands, she said, “President Jones, I came by to say hello and have a drink with Jessica. But she got violent after a couple of swigs.” Her crying was almost real.
Carl glanced at Jessica, who looked a sight. Her hair was everywhere, makeup melting, and scratch marks all over her neck and face. His face darkened upon seeing this.
Summer had seen Carl wearing glasses, trying too hard to look mature, and behaving like a shrinking violet in front of Leonardo. But she had never seen him having this darkened expression similar to that of Leonardo.
Carl looked at Laura, saying in a cold voice, “Laura, do you know who Jessica is?”
“Who-who is she?” Sensing something amiss, Laura looked up at Carl. Only then Summer saw her face, swollen with scratch marks that looked more like a spider web. She was so much worse than Jessica was.
Carl’s lips curled up with a hint of smiles on his face. “She is my sassy girl.”
His voice was soft, but it was a harsh buzz in Laura’s ear. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on the other two women in the corner. They looked nervous yet excited at the same time. Cocking an eyebrow, Carl said to them, “Give me the phone.”
The two women’s expression changed. Knowing who Carl was, they did not dare to say a word, just obediently giving up the phone.
“Call the police to arrest the rest of the people. You got to account for what happened to my people in your pub.” Carl turned to look at the lobby manager, who nodded his head up and down.
“Yes, sir. We will give you a satisfactory explanation.”
Carl turned to look at Jessica, his voice softening by several notches. “Let’s go.”
Jessica hissed, shooting him a glare. As she walked out of the place, Summer followed. They both went, sorting themselves out in the washroom. After a facial wash, Jessica saw only a few scratch marks on her face, nothing major. Not even a drop of blood. It was Summer who looked the worst. She got a massive bump on her forehead.
“Are you okay? How did you get this bump?” Gingerly, Jessica poked it with her finger. “I will make sure whoever hit you will get as good as she gave!”
“Knock it off. I’d appreciate it if you keep your head down.” Shaking her head, Summer couldn’t even with her.
Jessica rubbed her nose. She knew that it all happened because of her. When they came out from the washroom, they saw Carl waiting outside. Coming up to them, he reached out to touch Jessica’s face. “Let me take a look at your wounds.”
“What wounds? I’m not injured.” Jessica whisked his hand away impatiently.
Summer pursed her lips, smiling. He walked ahead of them, not wanting to play gooseberry. Just then, she heard footsteps in front. As she looked ahead, she saw Leonardo coming out from the corner with a somewhat scary look on his face.