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“Max?” Alexa looked stunned to see him and forgot to speak or move for a couple of seconds.

When the man saw that two men had appeared, he got panicky and shook Alexa’s wrist, causing her to stumble in her heels. Max immediately stepped into the booth and rushed over, grabbing the man by the wrist while she stumbled into a lounge sofa.

Max’s frown instantly deepened, and his brows creased as he probed, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m… fine,” Alexa slurred a bit and tried to sit up on the sofa.

But her movements seemed sluggish, and she ended up hitting her head on the armrest instead. He expected her to cry out in pain, but instead, all he heard was her even breathing, as she had fallen asleep. A sigh escaped Max’s lips when he noticed the red tinge on her cheek and nose, likely from booze.

How did she wind up in this place, drunk and stuck with a pervert?

“Who are you people? What do you want?” The man still in grasp bellowed at Max, struggling to escape his grip.

Max retract