Chapter 378 An Encounter In The Mall

Rachel asked, "Where are those people now?"

"They are now in jail. Don't worry. The police will deal with them properly."

As soon as they came back home, Rachel immediately lay on the bed. She felt like she had just closed her eyes when the alarm clock rang.

She fumbled the alarm clock when she heard footsteps approaching. Jack turned off the alarm clock faster than her. His voice sounded warm when he said, "Have some more sleep. The driver will pick you up and take you to the hospital later."

"Okay," she answered sleepily.

She was too sleepy that as soon as she finished her words, she fell asleep again. But when the doorbell rang nonstop, she woke up in a trance again. Thinking that the driver had already come, she quickly changed her clothes. But she didn't expect that the person standing outside their door was Celia, whose eyes were red and swollen. Lea was also there standing behind her, pursing her lips.

Her heart skipped a beat. She pulled her into the house and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen to Dylan?"

"No..."

Celia paused as tears welled up her eyes. She held Rachel tightly and sobbed. "I just received a message from Marcus. He is breaking up with me. I called him to ask why, but he turned his phone off."

A deep frown surfaced on Rachel's face. She was thinking about how to comfort Celia. The latter wiped her tears away and said fiercely, "I won't break up with him muddled. I must find out the reason first."

"That's good."

Lea patted her shoulder as a sign of encouragement. "That's m

s crying in pain.

The smell of cigarettes and wine filled the air. The music that was turned on to the maximum volume was too ear-piercing.

Among the noisy crowd were enchanting and sexy women and crazy young men, twisting their waist and buttocks crazily on the dance floor.

Those sexy women were playing and flirting with those men, who were full of frivolous words.

Marcus just sat in the corner, listening to the crashing of wine glasses and the uncontrollable howls and laughter.

A woman who was exaggeratedly twisting her buttocks approached him slowly in cat steps.

She was wearing a black one-piece dress, revealing half of her chest. Her enchanting face was painted with thick makeup. Her delicate hand slid slowly from his back to his shoulder. "Hi, handsome. Are you alone tonight?"

Marcus glanced at her silently but didn't answer. He pushed the empty glass in his hand to the bartender and said, "Give me one more glass."

The woman smiled enchantingly. "Do you want to buy me a drink?"

He snapped his fingers without saying anything. After a while, the bartender came back with two glasses of whiskey.

The woman picked up the glass and offered a toast, but he just picked up his glass and drank it at once. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Turning a deaf ear to the woman, he gulped one glass after another.

However, the woman didn't get annoyed. Instead, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to have a good time tonight?"

For the first time, Marcus spoke. "Get lost!"