Chapter 9 Burning Gaze

Kendall and Nathan could see the spark of desire raging in Esteban's eyes. They felt sorry for the woman on the dance floor. Both of them knew what Esteban would do.

"Don't make a move on her, Esteban! That woman might be Zara's friend. How will I explain the truth to Zara if you end up hurting her?" Nathan placed his hand on his friend's shoulder and frowned.

"That's your problem!"

Esteban chuckled and gulped down his drink. Passion and desire were surging through his veins. He would have what he wanted and then abandon the woman without thinking twice.

Nathan sighed in defeat. He knew that Esteban wouldn't change his mind. After drinking the last drop of his drink, he called the waiter and whispered his instructions into the man's ear. The waiter nodded respectfully and left. A couple of minutes later, the men saw the waiter walking towards the dance floor with a glass of cocktail.

Kendall's eyes widened in surprise. He glared at Nathan as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Esteban, you..."

Kendall trailed off upon seeing the predatory grin on Esteban's face.

Margaret continued to threaten the gangster, oblivious to the danger that awaited her. She smashed her heel on the man's face. "Will you bully them again in the future?"

"No, Phantom. I won't. I will not go anywhere near Wraith's men. Please let me go."

The man continued to struggle as the sharp material of her heel crushed his face.

Phantom, Wraith, Demon, and Monster were four guards of ST Group. In most people's eyes, they belonged to the Cashmere Mafia at the Glory Street. They didn't know the four of them were from ST Group.

Zara was Wraith, while Margaret was Phantom. People didn't know their real identities.

Margaret was pleased with the man's reaction. She knew that he wouldn't bother her best friend anymore. However, the bruises on his face made her wonder if she had gone too far.

Margaret's skin tingled with goose bumps as a strange sensation burned through her spine. She turned around to see if someone was watching her. But only a cold glass wall came to view.

Esteban continued to watch her from the private room. Only he could see her through the one-way mirror; people outside couldn't see what was happening inside the room.

Esteban's heart skipped a beat as he caught a glimpse of her glistening eyes that looked like the brightest stars in the sky.

Margaret shook her head and turned away. However, she grew uncomfortable with every passing minute as the incomprehensible sensation increased.

She continued to kick the man in annoyance to vent out the anger simmering in her heart.

"Phantom, please forgive me.

I am sorry!"

Ignoring the pleas, Margaret continued to kick him. She soon became exhausted and wanted a drink to cool down her overheated body. Just as she turned to leave, the waiter gave her a glass of cocktail.

Without thinking, Margaret gulped down the drink. She warned the man and left the dance floor with Zara's men.

Margaret stopped at the entrance, sent the men away, and walked in the opposite direction. However, her head grew heavy, and her feet gave away.

Margaret broke into a cold sweat as she felt hot all over. Immediately, she knew she was drugged.

'Damn it! I think it is the drink!'