Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband

Chapter 5 A Whim

Chapter 5 A Whim

Cora started her first shift as a promoter.

"Sir, would you like to try this new cocktail? It's delicious."

Cora smiled, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth were lively and intoxicating.

This was the part-time job that Byron had gotten for her—promoting different alcohol.

The clients were nearly all men, and they looked at her with lustful eyes, "You want us to order the

drinks you promote?"

"Then show us why we should buy it," another chimed in with a laugh.

A bald guy with greasy looking fingers got up and poured 10 shots of patron. "Come on, if you can

drink with us, we'll order a few bottles from you."

"I can't hold my liquor. I'm really sorry."

After drinking a few glasses of wine last night, she had sex with Byron. Alcohol tolerance was not her

strong point.

Cora wanted to give up on this table so she smiled and got ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, the several male guests there refused to let her go. "Come on, this is how you treat your

clients?"

Spire 73 was famous for its hot bartenders and waitresses. That's another reason why so many men

come to this place.

However, just as they were about to put their hands on Cora, a cold male voice rang out. "What are you

doing?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the man's eyes seemed to be as cold as an

iceberg.

"Mr. Hansen!"

Almost all the people who came here to entertain themselves were rich young men from New York.

Most of them knew Byron Hansen.

After all, this is the same man whose photos are plastered everywhere. Magazines, billboards and

social media. One magazine once wrote "The hottest and most eligible bachelor, Byron Hansen. Who

shall take home the gold?"

When Cora saw Byron, she was a bit surprised.

One young man tried to play it off, "we were just messing with her, we meant no harm."

Looking at those people coldly, Byron said, "You are not qualified to do such a thing. Get lost."

His tone sounded casual, but his innate arrogance and powerful aura suddenly reminded the people

present that Spire 73 was also the property of the Hansen family.

"Mr. Hansen, I'm sorry. We crossed the line."

"Mr. Hansen, it won't happen again."

They hurriedly apologized.

...

However, Byron didn't listen to them. He only gloomily ordered the bar manager, who had heard the

news and rushed over, "Throw these people out. Sue them for sexual harassment, and never allow

them into any Hansen Group establishment ever again."

The seemingly casual order made the several men weak in the knees.

Almost all of the top-notch leisure and entertainment establishments in New York belonged to the

Hansen Group.

If they were barred from those places from now on, how could they have the face to stay in the social

circle of the new rich young men in New York in the future? How could they maintain their contacts?

They kept apologizing and begging for mercy, hoping that Mr. Hansen would take pity on them.

Unfortunately, the man ignored them, and the manager immediately asked the bouncers to escort them

out.

After those people were kicked out, Byron didn't even look at Cora. He simply went back to where he

was sitting before.

Cora caught up with him because she wanted to thank him.

"For what happened just now, I'd like to thank you for your help."

After thanking him, Cora nodded politely at Harry sitting at the side.

Cora behaved in a gracious manner and did not lose the demeanor that a daughter of a rich and

powerful family should have.

Harry nodded back with a smile.

Harry suddenly understood why Byron had ignored his relationship with Eason and slept with Cora.

But at this moment, Byron ignored her.

However, Cora's eyes landed on Byron's hand. It was bleeding. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Are you injured? Let me help you take care of it."

Although she didn't know how Byron had gotten injured, he had helped her just now.

What's more, Cora is a doctor, she can't just turn a blind eye to someone with an injury.

Harry glanced at Byron, he distinctly remembers Byron shattering a wine glass with his hands when he

saw those men harass Cora.

Harry's eyes darted between Cora and Byron, how interesting.