In that corner sat a woman who looked to be around thirty years old. She had a strikingly defined, attractive face that gave off a very capable vibe. Dressed in a white shirt and black pencil pants, she appeared even more crisp and professional—clearly the type of urban white-collar elite, a strong woman, a female leader.

Women like her often possess a fatal allure for those seeking flings. Conquering such a woman tends to give men a powerful sense of achievement. What’s more, the elite woman in the corner was not only beautiful but also had a mature, sexy figure—her full, high chest seemed ready to burst through her shirt at any moment. So, ever since she entered the bar, many men had already taken notice of her.

However, unless a man was quite confident, he wouldn’t dare approach a woman like her so easily. Most men, though tempted by the sight of this elite woman drinking alone, didn’t have the courage to make a move. Even so, since she’d arrived, nine men had already tried to strike up a conversation with her, only to be coldly rejected without exception. Two of them, emboldened by alcohol, even tried to get handsy, but were promptly swept to the ground by one of her swift kicks. Naturally, those two weren’t willing to let it go and, unwilling to lose face, got up to try again. This time, however, the elite woman was clearly angry—she didn’t hold back, raising her foot and kicking them hard in the stomach, sending them flying several meters away.

It was only then that the men in the bar realized this elite woman was not to be messed with. Still, two or three more men tried their luck afterward, and the current one was the tenth.

Chapter 7: The Female Bureau Chief

“Get lost!” As the man approached with his drink, thinking he was being quite the gentleman, the woman simply stared at her drink, not even looking up, and spat out a single icy word through clenched teeth.

The man, who had been full of confidence, was caught off guard by her utter lack of courtesy. He hesitated for a moment, then stubbornly tried again, “We’re all out here to have fun. Being alone isn’t as good as—”

But before he could finish, he swallowed the rest of his words, because the woman suddenly looked up at him. Her eyes were beautiful and captivating, but the sharp, icy gaze she shot at him was even more intimidating.

A chill ran inexplicably down the man’s spine. He forced a sheepish smile, then chose to walk away.

Seeing the man turn to leave, the woman picked up her glass again.

She was drinking whiskey mixed with Sprite. Whiskey is a strong liquor, but when mixed with Sprite, it tastes sweet, almost like a soft drink, making it easy to drink. Because of this, by the time the drinker feels the effects, they’ve often already had too much.

Jack Carter hadn’t kept track of exactly how many drinks the woman had, but he knew it was quite a few—if she kept going, she’d be drunk sooner or later.

By a quarter past two, all the customers had left the bar. The woman also left, but she was the last one, and only after Ms. Emily woke her up from where she was slumped over the table did she stagger out.

“Thanks for your hard work tonight, everyone. Clean up and then you can go home.” After the woman staggered out of the bar, the lady boss came down from upstairs, glanced around, and gave the order to close up.

With the order given, everyone got busy. Around two-thirty, Jack Carter left the bar.

In the height of summer in Jiangzhou, there was a rare hint of coolness at this hour. Jack Carter and Grace Bennett were not headed in the same direction, so they parted ways after leaving the bar.

At two-thirty in the morning, there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

The streetlights on both sides stretched the road into the distance, as if it went on forever. Jack Carter walked alone down the unfamiliar city street, thinking about how he’d finally found a job that was at least temporarily stable, and a wave of bittersweet emotion welled up inside him.

Life really isn’t easy!

“Hey, Red Hair, what do you think of that chick by the lamppost? Her figure looks amazing!” Just as Jack Carter was sighing over how tough life was, a little punk with green hair across the street pointed at the woman slumped drunkenly by the lamppost, swallowing hard as he spoke.

“Damn, not just amazing—she’s absolutely stunning, and she’s gorgeous too. A real mature woman!” The punk called Red walked over for a closer look, and his eyes practically lit up.

“Shit, you’re right. Looks like we’re in luck tonight—getting to have some fun with a classy mature woman for free.” Green rubbed his hands together excitedly.

“Fuck, what are you waiting for? Get moving!” Seeing Green just standing there rubbing his hands, Red kicked him with a lewd grin, then eagerly bent down to grab the woman who was dead drunk.

“I think before you make a move, you’d better ask if she agrees or not?” Just as Red was reaching out with a lecherous grin, everything suddenly went dark in front of him—a young man had appeared out of nowhere, blocking his way.

“Fuck, trying to snatch food from the tiger’s mouth? If you know what’s good for you, get the hell out of here.” Red was startled at first, but when he looked up and saw it was just an ordinary-looking young man, and that there was no one else around, his eyes immediately turned vicious as he pointed and cursed.