Really blind as a dog, actually mistook her for that kind of woman, infuriating!
"Miss, don't go, three hundred, that's my limit. It's two hundred everywhere now, but you're so pretty, so I'm really bleeding myself dry for you today!" The drunk hurriedly grabbed Savanna Moger's arm.
Savanna turned her head and the stench of alcohol he breathed out almost made her throw up.
Her stomach lurched; she struggled hard. "Let go, you've got the wrong person, I'm not…"
"I didn't get the wrong person, I'm looking for you. Come on, let's go up. Which floor do you live on? I'll come by often to take care of your business."
Savanna couldn't break free of the drunk's grip; instead he dragged her toward the building next to them. She was just about to call to the passersby for help, her mouth just opening, when a figure flashed before her eyes and the drunk holding her crashed to the ground.
"Mr. Summers!" Once she saw clearly who it was, Savanna was overjoyed.
