She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 8 Abnormal Behavior

Before we knew it, it was already the third day.

From the moment she received the commission, Anastasia followed Mike around like a leech.

On their first day, their meeting was unpleasant. Mike tried to drive Anastasia away with derogatory words, as he disliked this forced arrangement.

As a result, young Mike was defeated and went from being a sugar daddy to a good son.

The next day, their relationship did not improve and they still did not get along well. Mike was annoyed by Anastasia, especially by her eyes, which always showed a loving look.

Actually, it would be very simple to improve the relationship between the two. If Anastasia could just be as low-key as the other bodyguards, young master Montagu would turn a blind eye and pretend that there was no shameless female bodyguard around him. But Anastasia did not do that.

It's now the third night, and the bustling Life Bar is still noisy and chaotic. The guests are still discussing the gang shootout fabricated by the police station, and the socialites coming and going are still in full bloom.

Anastasia sat in her usual spot at the bar, but unlike the previous two days, there was no empty glass upside down in front of her. It seemed that Mike was deliberately ignoring her presence, treating her as if she were invisible.

Perhaps Mike had convinced himself to stop arguing with Anastasia, or perhaps he got the answer he wanted from the coachman Rupert.

Anastasia didn't care what the reason was, as long as Mike wasn't beaten to death under her nose. Even if that kid caused a huge mess in Gloria, Anastasia wouldn't say a word.

"I'm not drunk! You're the one who's drunk! I'm perfectly fine!"

Tonight, Mike was drinking with his group of cronies until late into the night, still loudly proclaiming that he wasn't drunk.

Mike Montagu's hobbies were very simple: drinking, horse racing, finding women, and occasionally playing cards with a few friends.

Anastasia had already witnessed the effects of drinking.

Mike drinks until late every night, leaving the bar drunk. He's so young, and it's a mystery where he developed such a strong alcohol addiction.

Anastasia had seen it all before when it came to finding women.

When I first met Mike, he was accompanied by a woman with a stunning figure. She had blonde hair, red lips, and big waves, and was beautiful and sexy.

Anastasia could guess what the two had done the night before at the riverside apartment; it must have been a fierce and unforgettable battle.

Tonight, Anastasia witnessed Mike's penchant for women once again.

She was a very young girl with delicate features and no trace of prostitution. She looked like an innocent girl who had wandered into the Floating Life Bar by mistake.

Anastasia didn't have the instinct to rescue prostitutes in her bones. She didn't care whether the girl was a lamb that had stumbled into the jaws of wolves or a master at manipulating men. She just felt that the girl was strange.

The girl looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with very fair skin, as white as a drowned ghost. She stayed close to Mike, following him wherever he went.

Anastasia looked at the girl more and more and more strangely, and even felt that she had seen this girl somewhere before.

"Let's go, let's go! That's all for tonight!"

A drunken Mike staggered to his feet, his swaying body seemingly about to collapse at any moment.

The cronies nearby were very perceptive and immediately stepped forward to help him up. They do this almost every day and are quite adept at it.

Unexpectedly, the strange young girl suddenly stood up. She first pushed her cronies to the ground, then helped the swaying Mike and walked out of the bar.

Anastasia watched this scene, seeing Mike's weight almost entirely pressing down on the girl's slender body... Something was wrong, something was extremely wrong. The girl was walking too easily, it didn't look like she was helping a drunk man at all.

The group walked out of the Floating Life Bar one after another, with the girl supporting the drunken Mike in front, and the friends lagging behind a few steps.

Anastasia followed, stepping over her playful friends to catch up with the girl in front. As she passed the girl, Anastasia smelled a pungent perfume.

Soon, the group walked out of the bar and stood on the street. The evening breeze was gentle, like the soft hand of a lover.

"Let's continue tomorrow! I'm going to drink you all under the table!"

As usual, Mike extended an invitation for the next day, and his group of cronies readily agreed, promising to drink until they dropped the next day.

"Alright, you'd better hurry up and go!" one of his cronies said with a wink. "Hurry home, make the most of the time, the night isn't going to last much longer!"

"Are you even capable of anything?" another buddy asked lewdly. "Will we still see you at the bar tomorrow? You're not going to turn into a spineless coward, are you?"

As they spoke, the group burst into laughter, with some of them speaking in a frivolous manner and displaying lewd expressions.

The frivolous and ambiguous words echoed in the evening breeze. The girl looked blank, seemingly oblivious to her friends' teasing, and steadily supported the drunken Mike.

Anastasia stood to the side, her nostrils flaring. She caught a very unpleasant smell in the evening breeze, and she finally realized that something was wrong with the girl. She also remembered where she had seen the girl before.

"Get out of here, get out of here!" Mike waved his arm, making a gesture to shoo them away.

The group of friends stopped fooling around, but their eyes didn't leave the young girl. Their unrestrained gazes frequently fell on her, as if they were appraising a product with a price tag.

For these friends who hang out in bars all year round, glamorous and sexy women are nothing special; a pretty girl like this next door is a rare find.

Mike waved his arm again to stop the group's increasingly lewd gazes, and led the girl toward the carriage parked by the roadside.

Just as the two were about to board the carriage, Anastasia suddenly spoke up, saying, "Wait a moment."

The group of people on the street were stunned, including the drunken Mike Montagu.

These cronies knew Anastasia; she had been openly following Mike around for three days, and even a fool could tell they knew each other.

When someone asked Mike, the answer was that she was a hateful person; others made vulgar jokes about Anastasia, but Mike stopped them and warned his friends not to mess with her.

The group wasn't entirely sure who Anastasia, who was standing next to Mike, was, but they could guess a thing or two.

She was either a new bodyguard who followed him around, and Mike disliked her; or she was an old friend from a similar social class, whom Mike disliked but stopped teasing.

For the past three days, Anastasia had followed them in silence. This was the first time she had stepped forward and spoken to them.

This unusual behavior has led some to ponder what Anastasia's erratic actions might signify. Is it due to the bodyguards' alertness, sensing danger, or is it out of jealousy from an old friend?

Some people are thinking, while others are thinking about disgusting things. These people's brains have probably been ruined by alcohol, and they speak without restraint.

"Hey, two women fighting over one man! Mike, you're in for a treat tonight!"

The man who was speaking looked Anastasia and the young girl up and down with a lewd gaze, showing no respect whatsoever.

Mike, who was holding onto the carriage, suddenly turned around and shouted, "Shut your filthy mouth and get out!"

When his friends made fun of the young girl, Mike didn't stop them. He felt that the girl was a social butterfly in the bar, and a few jokes wouldn't hurt.

But Anastasia was different. Even though Mike disliked her, he still felt that his friends shouldn't make fun of her about such things.

In addition, Mike was also afraid that Anastasia would cause another bloody street brawl.

Upon hearing Mike's rebuke, the foul-mouthed cronies immediately shut their mouths and dared not argue.

These cronies all knew who Mike was and were aware of the prestige of the Montague name, so naturally they dared not offend the sole heir of the Montague family.

Even without the prestigious title of Montague's sole heir, no one dared to speak up in defense, because Anastasia had already approached. She lifted her shirt, revealing a revolver hanging prominently below her left side.

For ordinary people, a pistol represents truth; it is a carbon-based biological corrector, enough to render the vast majority of people harmless.

Anastasia ignored the group of foul-mouthed drunkards and went straight to the carriage, saying to Mike, "Get in."

One sentence sent a chill down Mike's spine, sobering him up instantly.

It was already unusual for Anastasia to take the initiative to speak; was she going to get on the bus with her?

Mike was a little confused, and more flustered. He didn't know what Anastasia was up to, but he was certain it wasn't some melodramatic love triangle.

Mike hurriedly climbed into the carriage, followed by a young girl who looked dull and silent. She got on the train on her own without anyone asking and followed closely behind Mike.

"Rupert, be careful on the road."

Anastasia gave Rupert the coachman a few words of advice, and then climbed into the carriage as well.

Inside the spacious carriage, a sober Mike sat facing the young girl, his eyes fixed on her.

Anastasia leaned out and knocked on the window on the driver's side. Rupert, receiving the signal, pulled the reins, and the carriage rumbled away from the Floating Life Bar, moving smoothly forward.

At this moment, Mike turned his gaze away from the girl and looked at Anastasia sitting next to him.

Anastasia's expression remained normal, as if she simply wanted a ride and didn't want to walk back to her riverside apartment.

"Why are you blocking your nose?" Mike asked.

From the moment she entered the carriage, Anastasia held her left index finger across her nose, as if there was some unpleasant smell in the carriage.

"You're a graduate of a prestigious university. I thought that even if you were a little slow, you'd at least have some common sense. But I never expected you to be this slow."

Anastasia looked at the girl opposite her and continued, "Don't you think there's something strange about this poor girl in front of you?"