Chapter 100
Portia glanced at the man with irritation. “Dude, are you deaf? Stop bothering us, and let us watch the game in peace.
“Who asked you to speak, you little brat?” The man shot Portia a nasty look. “Grab her, too p>
“What do you think you’re doing?” Portia’s eyebrows knitted together in anger.
Calliope stepped before Portia protectively. “Touch her, and you’ll regret it. If you’ve got something to say, say it to me p>
Her eyes flashed with a cold intensity.
“Oh, playing the hero, huh?” The tattooed guy sneered, reaching out to grab Calliope’s chin.
Just then, Lisette rushed over. “What are you doing? Keep your hands off my sister p>
Calliope sighed, and Valerian followed close behind Lisette, looking displeased as he glared at Calliope.
“Wow, more pretty faces joining the party. What, you got a thing for us?” The tattooed guy eyed Lisette, pretending not to recognize her.
Calliope watched Lisette with an amused expression, choosing not to intervene.
The tattooed guy reached for Lisette’s arm, but she flinched and moved closer to Valerian.
“What do you want?” Valerian’s voice was icy.
“Just trying to have a friendly chat,” the tattooed guy laughed arrogantly.
“Calliope, look at the kind of trouble you attract!” Valerian snapped at Calliope.
Calliope chuckled, “And which eye of yours saw me attracting him p>
“If you hadn’t, would he be talking to you?” Valerian retorted, annoyed. “Good thing Lisette saw you, or who knows what would’ve happened. Don’t you realize p>
“I didn’t ask for your help, did I?” Calliope laughed again. “Don’t flatter yourself, and mind your own business p>
“You p>
“Callie, don’t be like this. We’re worried about you,” Lisette said softly, almost tearfully.
“Don’t call me Callie. It makes me want to puke p>
“Calliope, what’s with the attitude? What did Lisette ever do to you to deserve this p>
Valerian was fuming. Seeing Lisette’s teary eyes made him even more upset.
“Fine, you want us to back off? We’ll back off. Let’s see how you handle this on your own p>
Valerian pulled Lisette back a few steps, watching Calliope.
Calliope didn’t even glance their way.
The tattooed guy saw his chance and moved closer with his buddies. “Hey there, your friends aren’t keen on helping you. Why don’t you come with us? Don’t worry. We’re just having fun. We won’t interfere with you and your husband p>
Calliope smirked, “Oh really? I like fun. Why don’t we play a little game p>
“Oh, you’re a feisty one!” The tattooed guy was eager.
Valerian was nearly boiling over with anger, muttering, “Shameless p>
Just as the tattooed guy was about to touch Calliope, she suddenly twisted his arm with a firm grip.
Though her move seemed casual, the strength behind it was formidable.
The tattooed guy, though a burly fellow, found himself completely powerless. He looked at Calliope in disbelief.
He was losing it?
What the heck was going on? He couldn’t muster any strength at all!
The pain in his wrist felt like his bones were about to crack, and his initial intention to grab Calliope shifted to a desperate desire to retract his hand.