Zac's clenched finger slightly raised to the side and hit the glass on the table. The wine spilled from the table and splashed on Hazel's dress.
She quickly stood up and went to the washroom to clean it. And Zac also stood up.
Jim pretended not to know his intention. He was drinking and didn't say anything.
As soon as Hazel came out of the bathroom, he dragged her into an empty box nearby.
"What are you doing?" She cowered a little at the sight of the man coming to blame her.
"You can't go to Jim's home," Zac said in an extremely domineering tone, as if an emperor was sending a commander to his ministers.
Hazel push his hand away. "Mr. Rong, from the moment we left the True Color Bar, we were done. We have nothing to do with each other. This is my business. It's none of your business. "
Zac's eyes twitched. A trace of sadness flashed across his eyes. "I did it for your own good. Women should be more reserved." He changed his tone.