Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 516

"Miss Lancelot doesn't seem to want to drink with me. It's okay, you shouldn't force yourself."

Sylvia suddenly had an idea, and immediately smiled and explained, "Madam, I'm leaving soon, I have to drive, and you know that you can't drink and drive. I'm really sorry."

Her excuse was quite good.

"Okay, you can go." Sure enough, the woman didn't want to pressure her anymore and put down the wine glass.

Sylvia quickly walked towards Zander.

The woman turned around and looked at Sylvia's back, her eyes filled with coldness. Sylvia was quite alert and not easily fooled.

She opened her phone and sent a message.

"Zander." While Sylvia walked towards him, the woman stopped her, and after a while, Zander disappeared. Sylvia was a little anxious, and after shouting, she took out her phone and called Zander.

Maybe it was because of the noise, or he was drunk in the arms of a woman, but no one answered the phone.

Sylvia was a little flustered and wanted to find Amelia.

But at that time, Amelia was nowhere to be seen. The party was full of men and women wearing masks and flirting with each other. The stage lights were dim, and moans and groans could be heard vaguely.

In that situation, it would be very difficult to find Amelia.

For a moment, she felt so regretful that she had come there at all. Even if she did, she should have left as soon as she saw Zander.

But at that point, she couldn't leave.

The air was filled with uneasiness. Her eyelids twitched, and she decided to leave quickly.

She thought of Josiah and hurriedly dialed his phone.

After thinking for a moment, she hurriedly sent him an address: I'm at the Bridgewater Mansion.

"How did you end up there?"

Before Sylvia could answer, the man wearing a leopard-head mask and a round waist suddenly walked over, hugged her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Little girl, let's pair up tonight. I'll have a good time with you." The man's heavy hands touched her waist. Even though he was wearing a mask, Sylvia could smell foul breath from his mouth; she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Sir, please respect yourself." She suddenly struggled out and scolded angrily.

With a "smack," the man raised his hand and slapped Sylvia fiercely on the face. Unfortunately, she was wearing a mask, and the slap distorted the mask. His fingers went from her ear to her face; a dull pain and a stabbing pain hit her.

Sylvia staggered a few times and almost lost her balance, almost falling.