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"What? It's only been a month, and you don't recognize me anymore?"
Her words were filled with indignation and a hint of barely perceptible pleasure. Diana studied them carefully and finally the image in her mind returned.
"Barbara?"
"You...you've changed so much!"
Her freckles disappeared, her skin changed from grayish-white to pink, her chubby face was replaced by a angular face, and her figure became more exaggerated; Barbara used to be a slightly chubby slob, but now she is a sexy, hot, and energetic beauty queen, youthful and invincible.
Her breasts, waist, and hips were perfectly proportioned—round where they should be, slender where they should be, and firm where they should be—simply flawless. Any man who saw her would be tempted to cross his legs.
Barbara hugged Diana tightly, laughing and crying at the same time, and said, "I've been so worried about you."
"I've been worried about you for a month, Diana." "I called so many times but you didn't answer." "I thought something had happened to you."
"Where did you go? Why did it take you so long to answer my call?"
"I had something to take care of, but I'm back now, aren't I?"
Diana patted her friend on the back, then pushed her away. After trying twice, she stopped pushing, stopped thinking about it, and said helplessly.
"Okay, let go of me now, I can hardly breathe." Yi.
How did Chapter 1619 end up here?
In a nightclub in Washington, D.C.
Two glamorous women walked down the corridor: the one on the left wore a red low-cut dress, with a large bust, a slim waist, long hips, and beautiful legs, so sexy that it was hard to look away; the one on the right wore a black dress, which was slightly conservative, but her face was like a marble sculpture, her eyes were indifferent, her temperament was elegant, and her figure was tall, making her look like an ancient Greek goddess who had wandered into modern society.
Diana wasn't used to the lighting and frowned.
"You used to dislike nightclubs, what are you doing here?"
"That was before, things are different now."
Barbara, hands on her hips, tilted her head back and arrogantly declared with a self-deprecating smile, "My sister is the queen!"
After saying that, he suddenly burst into laughter.
Diana chuckled and whispered as she walked.
"You still haven't told me what happened! You've changed so much in just one month. Did you get plastic surgery?"
"Recovery after cosmetic surgery takes at least three months."
"970" "And you?"
"It's a secret, I'll tell you later."
Barbara snapped her fingers at the bartender: "Whiskey on the rocks." She glanced at her friend and added, "And a glass of pure water."
She seemed to be a familiar face here; as soon as she sat down at the table, the manager came over to greet her.
"I'll have someone arrange the shows you want to watch tonight."
"Striptease?"
“As fate would have it, Connors has something to do at home and can’t come tonight, but we’d like to give a try to meet a New Zealand male model who’s over 6 feet 2 inches tall,” I said.
Barbara waved her hand: "Forget it, I'm not interested in broiler chickens."
The manager, unable to hide his regret, left without stopping.
These words filled Diana with questions.
Striptease
male model
Broiler chickens!
What does all this mean?
Barbara lit a cigarette, took a long drag, then tilted her head back and slowly exhaled the smoke. This action excited the men around her, and in fact, it gave them a kind of nauseating pleasure.
Diana frowned.
When did you learn to smoke?
“I used to be afraid to smoke because I was afraid people would say I was a bad girl, but I don’t anymore.”
Barba stretched out her tongue and licked her crimson lips: "I'm not a girl, I'm a hunter."
Diane: "..."
A slightly hunched middle-aged man, unable to overcome his inner turmoil, ordered a martini from the bartender and approached him in what he considered a polite manner.
"Madam, may I buy you a drink?"
Barbara shook her head, looked her up and down, and smiled slightly, her arrogance tinged with a hint of savagery that was even more captivating.
"Want to buy me a drink? Or do you want to sleep with me?"
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then quickly changed his tune: "I just wanted to ask you to dance."
"Dancing? Ha!"
Barbara chuckled, making the middle-aged man look embarrassed. Just as he was about to turn and leave, Barbara suddenly spoke.
"Yes, I'm just missing a dance partner, but..."
He pointed to a short-haired young man standing next to him, who hurriedly walked towards him and said...
"What can I do for you, beautiful lady?"
Barbara shifted slightly toward the middle-aged man and pressed her lips to his: "He wants to ask me to dance. Do you think I should accept?"
"Of course not. A perfect girl like you deserves an excellent dance partner, like me."
"Yes!"
Barbara raised her glass, took a sip of her whiskey on the rocks, and said casually.
"Then blow it out, and I'll dance with you."
"You will not be disappointed, my queen."
The young man gave a polite salute, then walked up to the middle-aged man with a sly smile. The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly shouted.
"What are you doing? I'm warning you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was punched hard in the stomach, almost making him vomit up the wine in his stomach. He was a ruthless man, and he turned around and used the Monkey Steals the Peach move. This move was so fast and ruthless that you could hear the sound of an egg breaking.
The audience gasped in surprise, some with concern.
Barbara raised her glass and burst into laughter.
“I hate that guy. Whoever kicks him out, I’ll go home with them tonight.”
Boom
Approving cheers erupted from the crowd. Several burly men jumped out, glaring angrily at the middle-aged man. A fight broke out, and the group clashed like wild beasts fighting over mating rights.
The scene became extremely chaotic and lively.
Barbara sat in the back, watching excitedly, occasionally raising her glass to applaud these well-mannered young men.
The one-on-one fight turned into a group brawl, escalating into a bloody conflict, and the situation quickly spiraled out of control. Strangely, the people around didn't panic; instead, they screamed like madmen.
Diana looked at him, bewildered, her mind churning with countless questions, yet unable to find the answers.
Barbara used to be a kind and innocent girl. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, her soul shone with humanity, which is why they became good friends.
Now, she has completely changed, becoming alluring, sexy, and wild, wanting to use her beauty to protect others, showing no mercy even if the other party is beaten bloody.
She's like a wild beast now.
"enough!"
Diana screamed, "Stop, Barbara, that man is dying!"
Barbara bared her teeth and gestured to the bartender, who quickly nodded and led several guards forward to break up the fight.
Diana felt embarrassed again and couldn't help but speak up.
"You...you..."
"I own one-third of the nightclub."
Barbara smiled slightly, her brows radiating smugness and pride. Then she opened her bag, took out a black card with gold trim, and placed it in front of her friend.
"This is for you. You can come and play anytime you want to relax. It's on me. You'd better bring Mr. Xiao along too. I haven't seen him since we parted ways last time, and I miss him a little."
Diana fell silent, studying the black card and glancing at her unfamiliar friend, a sense of unease rising within her.
Is she really Barbara?
It's only been a month, how come you seem like a completely different person?
After two glasses of whiskey, Barbara became playful and invited Diana to a disco. When Diana declined, Barbara rushed to the dance floor alone and danced under the spotlight.
A glimpse of spring light occasionally flashed through the fluttering fabric of her clothes. The wolves surrounded her, forming an impenetrable encirclement with her at the center.
Barbara didn't care at all, fully enjoying the pleasures of being queen. As for the men...
Ah!