Chapter 482 Disoriented

• I was starting to feel really dumb for my attempt of talking some sense into a drunken man. No matter what I said, Lyle was adamant about taking me away. There was no shaking that man off.
• All of a sudden, another strong arm reached over and gripped Lyle's wrist forcefully. He felt the pain and finally eased on gripping mine.
• “Mr. Smith, it's better for a drunk man like you to stay put. If someone mistakenly thinks that you're a pervert and beats you up, I bet the headlines are going to look very interesting tomorrow.” Christopher hugged me around my shoulders and jeered at Lyle as he furrowed his brows. There was a clear hint of derision in his eyes.