Cole O’Connell’s gaze turned dangerously sharp at the sound of the word "brother," his large hand suddenly gripping Yulia O’Connell’s arm as if someone had stepped on his bottom line, "Do your part, and don’t challenge me again and again."

"What? Did I hit your sore spot again?" Yulia O’Connell’s finger poked at Cole O’Connell’s chest, not at all worried that he might do something to her.

The people inside the room listened to their verbal exchange, going from initially clueless to finally understanding some incredible secret.

Just now, clearly that woman called Cole O’Connell brother,

The O’Connell family background is something they are familiar with, but they never knew she had a sister.

"Sorry, everyone, go ahead and play. I’m going to the restroom," Yulia O’Connell slipped out of Cole O’Connell’s embrace and stood up. Her tall figure was completely on par with those popular domestic celebrities, and with her heavy makeup, flawless skin hinted that she’d still be stunning without it.

Seeing her leave, Melody Thorne lowered her eyes. She remembered that in the past life, Cole O’Connell nearly died because of that woman but had never seen her before. This time it seemed their relationship was far more complicated than she had imagined.

"What’s wrong?" Jared Quinn handed her a glass of juice,

"Nothing much," Melody Thorne chewed on the straw. It wouldn’t be right to remind Cole O’Connell to watch out for that woman,

She was just thinking that when she saw Cole O’Connell get up and walk out of the room.

Outside, in the restroom corridor, Yulia O’Connell passed by, drawing the attention of many men. She wore a long dress with a high slit on one side, revealing her long legs, captivating their gaze.

"Hey, beautiful, why haven’t I seen you here before?" Several men approached from behind.

"Any chance you can join me for a dance?"

This woman was definitely the most beautiful gem they’ve encountered.

Yulia O’Connell kept smiling softly, neither refusing nor agreeing, causing many to follow behind her, occasionally trying to touch her waist.

Until she turned into the restroom.

Those men wished they could close the door and follow, each waiting outside the women’s restroom for her to emerge.

Cole O’Connell had barely stepped out of the room and lit a cigarette when he saw the scene: a crowd of men gathered at the women’s restroom door, discussing the beauty that just went in.

The cigarette broke into two at his fingertips, and he strode over.

"Who are you? You gotta wait your turn if you’re going in," someone grabbed Cole O’Connell’s sleeve.

Cole O’Connell’s stern face turned, his cold eyes like sharp blades, "Let go!"

The man’s hand trembled violently, immediately releasing his sleeve.

The restroom door slammed shut, Yulia O’Connell felt it in her chest, but quickly stood up, impassively straightened her clothes, opened the room door, and had her wrist tightly grasped by large hands. Cole O’Connell’s lips curled into a smile, "You dare seduce men behind my back?"

That smile was terrifying.

Yulia O’Connell feared his smile above all.

"Apart from my body being kept by you, other parts are free, as for other people’s attention, that’s beyond my control."

Cole O’Connell’s gaze roamed over her body, his lips curving, "Your body is quite good."