The person on her back seemed uncomfortable from all the fuss, discontentedly smacking his lips, muttering softly, "August Oliver, stop moving."
As soon as the name August Oliver was mentioned, even the air fell silent.
The female bodyguard didn't dare waste a moment, hurriedly carrying the drunk person towards the hotel.
There was a bloodthirsty scent in the air.
Adam Sinclair's emotions had completely submerged into darkness, his expression cold enough to freeze. He leisurely took off the gloves he was wearing and tossed them to a bodyguard nearby. Looking at the person opposite him, his eyes suddenly squinted, and without a word, he swung a punch—
Bam!
August Oliver was hit squarely, his head turned, staggering a bit.
"Stay away from Olivia Lewis!" The chilling warning carried a murderous vibe!
