South Grant held a wine glass in her hand, filled with strong liquor.
She drank glass after glass as if it were plain water.
The first to notice her was Fly.
Fly observed that her drinking posture was different from before.
Furthermore, Fly knew she started with cocktails, the kind of low-alcohol cocktails that are often consumed by women.
But now, Fly saw her drinking strong liquor.
She downed several glasses in a row, seeming completely unaffected.
Even those with a high tolerance couldn’t withstand drinking like this.
"Just putting on a show," Fly sneered, then looked at South Grant, glanced at the wine in his hand, and said to South Grant, "Do you know what wine that is in your hand? It’s Romanee Conti, over a million a bottle, can you even taste the difference?"
As soon as Fly finished speaking, South Grant raised her head, her gaze landing on Fly’s face.
Fly couldn’t help but shiver slightly inside.
This person...
Why does this person’s gaze seem like it’s from a different person?
Now, he’s a bit terrifying...
At this moment, South Grant’s eyes were cold as ice, with deep, dark pupils like a turbulent sea, seemingly capable of engulfing a person instantly.
Fly shivered involuntarily, could this person change faces?
Just then, South Grant suddenly stood up; she and Fly were seated at opposite ends of the table. South Grant lifted her foot onto the table, and in an instant, she was in front of Fly.
Grabbing him by the collar like a little chick, she lifted him off the sofa, his feet dangling in the air.
"Women can do much more than just have children," South Grant’s voice was different now, hoarse and fierce, as if carrying a murderous intent, "For example, make you die!"
After speaking, Fly’s body flew like a kite with a broken string, thrown far away by her.
South Grant’s throw stunned everyone present.
Fly landed on the bar counter over there, then hit the ground, lying there motionless for a long time, his condition unknown.
The few people who came with Fly, seeing him suffer at the hands of this young man being thrown out, all stood up, grabbing bottles from the table, and hurled them towards South Grant.
South Grant gazed coldly at them, and as they hurled bottles, she sneered:
"Courting death!"
No one could see how she moved because it was too fast; they only saw her silhouette blur, and those who had just picked up bottles were all kicked away, landing around, wailing in pain.
Chester Lynch watched South Grant in shock; his feelings now couldn’t be described as just surprise, it was more like disbelief.
Since childhood, he and South Grant had always been classmates; South Grant had some skills, but Chester Lynch never knew South Grant’s skills were this good.
And now, South Grant, with her aggressive aura and expression, was completely different from her usual self.
What happened to her?
Both Caleb Holt and Jackson Zane were shocked too; they didn’t know South Grant was so skilled.
These people always traveled with bodyguards; after Fly and his group were thoroughly beaten, the bodyguards swarmed over like a beehive.
Although Caleb Holt and Chester Lynch didn’t know what happened to South Grant, with this many bodyguards who were all top-notch in skills, they feared South Grant couldn’t handle it, and they all gathered around her.