“F*ck you! I paid you money to drink with me, and not to drink with others. And here I was wondering where you have gone to!” the fat man ranted.
Responding to the situation, Yolanda quickly got to her feet and apologized, “Rhino, I was just chatting with a friend I ran into. I’ll go with you right away.”
Meanwhile, Hilda had sprung to her feet the moment she saw Yolanda being hit.
With an upset expression, she snapped, “Why do you have to hit her? So what if you paid her? It doesn’t mean that you own her.”
Given that she had worked as a hostess before, she knew how men like them thought. They treated the girls as their private property just because they paid for them.
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