It was the first time Avery was hit on by another woman. It was like eating many flies. But Avery looked at the gorgeous woman without any fear.

She was tall and at least 5 feet 6 inches. And she wore high heels of 5cm. So she must be 6 feet tall. So she was almost as tall as George Lautner.

Her voice was slightly coarse. It had the texture of grinds.

And her nose was very tall. She must be a woman of mixed-blood.

Mr. Black laughed, being stared at by Avery. Her smile was sweet, "How interesting. This is the first time someone looks at me like this. Oh, I know, you fall in love with me at first sight as I do?"

Avery was quite calm. But Evan was less calm. He grabbed her fingers and pressed them down.

Her fingers snapped. That was from knuckles rubbing knuckles.

Maybe the gorgeous woman saw this before. Her face was twisted because of the pain. But she didn't shout. And he put another hand on Evan's neck fast.

It was fast and ferocious. They could feel the wind.

Evan squinted ferociously. Who knew a woman could be so strong, and stronger than a man.

"Handsome dude, do you have an opinion that I'm interested in your woman?"

"Don't even think about it."

The woman gave Evan a strong lesbian feeling. He was very annoyed.

"Really?" The woman said gently. Before she could say the rest, one of her men came over and interrupted her, "Mr. Black, there is one in the crowd encouraging others to fight."

The woman rolled her eyes and pointed at Avery and Evan, "Take them over."

The man said, yes. Mr. Black thought of something and said, "This is my woman. Leave her with me to serve me."

The man smiled because Mr. Black had a good appetite.

Evan tightened his jaw. He clenched his fists so tightly that blue veins popped out. Evan took a swing at the man who was about to take them and grabbed the gun. But a gun was on Evan's waist.

It was Mr. Black who held the gun at his waist. She smiled, and the corner of her lips was upward. Her interest was aroused.

"So, you really love her?"

Avery was still admiring how Mr. Black held the gun. She was really good at fighting. If Evan and she got into a fight, she could not tell who would win.

Avery looked at "George" in surprise. She was very curious about thinking of everything he did for her today.

They only met once. In less than a day they knew, he took her on the run, risking being targeted by terrorists downtown. It would put down a heroic act and being a gentleman. But why would he protect her against all the odds when she was attacked by the public and taken by Mr. Black?

And his reactions when she was in danger was so familiar.

Evan met her look in the air. His look got dark, "What if I am?"

The answer was vague. He didn't want to alarm Avery. He lived under the cover of George Lautner. He didn't want her to find out who he was before he was confident she would forgive him.

Mr. Black laughed out. Her voice was deep and coarse. She put her curly hair back on her shoulders. She was deadly sexy.

"It doesn't matter if you are. The girl I'm interested in is mine at last."

Avery rolled her eyes at Mr. Black. She wondered if she found it disgusting that saying this to another woman.

She was not a homosexual.

Avery looked at the gun Mr. Black held on George's waist like she didn't care. But she suddenly tiptoed and approached Mr. Black. She whispered as she touched her hand to remove the gun, "It takes time for me to like you. If you pull out your guns so often, I might get scared."

Avery's tone was gentle and light. It was like a feather scratching the heart.

Mr. Black was touched while Evan was furious.

Although Mr. Black was a woman, she was his love enemy.

Evan frowned and took a swing to express his feelings. He hit her ferociously.

Mr. Black stepped back and covered his fist fast. Two hands met in the air. One hit and one took it. One was from a righteously furious ex-husband of Avery. The other was from a gorgeous lesbian who was interested in Avery. The fighting was like the one in the movies. It was a feast to the eye.

Evan and Mr. Black fought for several rounds. And there was no winner.

Avery, as she watched how devoted, they were in the fight, wondering why she stayed here. This was the best time to run away, wasn't it?

So she turned around to leave. But Evan and Mr. Black were not only agile in fighting but also had great vision, especially Mr. Black. Seeing Avery was on her way to leave, she stopped fighting. She walked over to Avery twisting her waist and held Avery's waist.

Avery did not like being touched by strangers. She looked aside at Mr. Black and saw her neck. She tied a red ribbon bringing out her snow-white neck skin.

Avery stared at the red ribbon and got lost. So instead of pushing her right now, she was letting Mr. Black hold her.

Evan followed them. And Avery turned around, "Mr. Lautner, don't mind my business."

The tone was so calm. Avery's eyes were like the sky dotted with bright stars. But she didn't know whether her remark reminded him or stung him. Evan knew she would never be interested in Mr. Black. But that was not what bothered him. He didn't want anybody to touch her, not if she was another woman.

But Avery was adamant. George Lautner didn't have a position to mind her business.

In the pub, only some stage lights were kept on. The lights were dim, glittering flirtatious light.

That was where all the people brought over were. They held their heads and got down on the ground under the guns. No one dared to speak up. The only sound was weeping. Some were crying because of fear.

The man who took the lead to grab Avery suddenly got up seeing Mr. Black in, "Bitch! Terrorist! The president has sent his army to hunt you. You're all going to end badly!"

"Huh, Huh."

Mr. Black laughed out, and her laughter was so nice. She slapped her hand, "Well said, sir. Really well said. You dare to challenge me, and I like you."

Then she gave her man a look, and the man was taken outside.

No one knew where he was taken nor how he would be treated.

But they confirmed that Mr. Black was a terrorist.

Mr. Black's mood wasn't affected at all. She took Avery to the sofa in the booth. She put her soft fingers on Avery's waist. Her hand palm was hot, scorching her skin.

Mr. Black's man brought drinks and fruits in a tray. The dark red wine in the glass dribbled and swayed. The scent was light. It was a very good red wine.

Avery smiled, bent over, and take two glasses of wine from the tray. She handed one to her, "Mr. Black, to you."

Mr. Black dodged the glass. She tapped on Avery's glass, "It's no rush. Let's cross-cupped wine."