31: Chapter 31: The Hunk Show 31: Chapter 31: The Hunk Show Julia Land carried groceries ho.
“Pear Sister, why did it take so long?
If you hadn’t co back, I was about to call soone to look for you.”
Violet took the bag of vegetables and walked into the kitchen with her crutch, saying.
“Uh, I just strolled a little longer.”
Julia Land looked up at the clock on the wall and her face flushed red.
She had been pushed around in the car for an hour, “It’s so stuffy today, I’m going to take a shower first.”
The sound of boiling water and washing vegetables was already coming from the kitchen.
Julia Land went to take a shower.
She felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.
After her shower, she saw a ssage from Sophia Hart.
Sophia Hart: [Pear Sister, it’s so lonely eating alone.
I’m going to co over to your place for dinner tonight, is that okay?]
Julia Land smiled and replied: [Welco, co on over.]
Sophia Hart sent a kissing face emoji: [Pear Sister, do you know?
Brother Thompson is so funny.
He actually doesn’t let call you Little Pear.
He’s really domineering.]
“….”
Julia Land was unaware of this interlude and responded in agreent: [Right, domineering.]
She opened her room door, stuck her head out, and called, “Little Violet, prepare one more dish, Sophia is coming over for dinner.”
“Okay.”
Julia Land turned on her computer, opened her email, and saw Alexander Strong, who had contacted her a while back about customizing songs.
Without thinking, she knew these songs were for Arabella Shaw.
She wouldn’t sell them even at a higher price.
Julia Land replied to the email, refusing.
When Sophia Hart ca over for dinner and saw Violet, her face would turn red.
This girl was definitely about judging by appearances.
When she found out that the al was cooked by Violet, with every bite of food, she would complint, “Delicious, really delicious.”
Julia Land almost died of laughter.
Violet kept her composure while eating and said, “Thank you, if it’s delicious, eat more.”
After dinner, Sophia Hart took the initiative to wash the dishes.
Julia Land worried that the young miss wouldn’t know how to wash dishes, so she followed her in.
“Pear Sister, Mr.
Thompson isn’t here tonight.
I’ll take you sowhere.
Do you want to go?”
Sophia Hart whispered, her eyes twinkling and her smile beaming.
Julia Land raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“Why can we only go when he’s not here?”
She didn’t think he had any control over where she wanted to go.
Co evening, the lights of Dunmore City were brilliant and splendid, with so places just becoming bustling.
Sophia Hart, who seed to know her way around, led Julia Land into a club.
Both were accompanied by bodyguards dressed in suits who looked very nacing, giving a strong sense of security.
Upon entering the club, Sophia Hart asked the bodyguards to sit at a different table.
Julia Land had never imagined she would step into this kind of place one day.
A paradise for rich ladies.
A male stripper show.
The music had a strong rhythm, and the lights were intimately designed.
On stage, two n, bare-chested, with trousers hanging precariously low around their hips as if they would slip off at any mont.
They thrust their hips, seductively dancing.
Sophia Hart clapped her hands excitedly and asked Julia Land, “Pear Sister, what do you think?
Like it?
Which one do you fancy?
We can call him over for a drink later.”
Julia Land gave a light cough and a thumbs-up, “Quite the view, but isn’t it problematic for you to co here?”
After all, Sophia Hart was Jas Thompson’s third wife.
Julia Land worried for the girl.
Sophia Hart winked and smiled, “Don’t worry, as long as it’s not physical infidelity, his dad won’t care.”
Reassured by this, Julia Land relaxed.
The two discussed which number to call over for a drink later on.
Sophia Hart picked number 5, and Julia Land picked number 1.
Number one was a brawny muscle man.
Number five was more refined.
The two bodyguards who ca with Julia Land exchanged glances with each other.
But as bodyguards, they would not report their employer’s affairs to the real employer, Mr.
Thompson.
This sort of accompanint for drinks is about buying the club’s expensive drinks.
Julia Land and Sophia Hart ordered drinks but didn’t drink them; the muscular n would chat with them.
They were having a good ti chatting.
Who would have thought they would run into the buzzkill Eliza Quarter here.
Eliza Quarter walked into the club with her friends and passed by Julia Land’s table, where she saw Julia and scoffed, “Julia Land?
I didn’t expect you to co here to see the show.”
She looked at the two n who were there to drink and chuckled sarcastically, “Sure enough, life gets better with the Quarter Family’s money.”
Sophia Hart frowned, “Who is she?
Her breath stinks; keep away.”
Julia Land couldn’t help but laugh softly, “She’s my forr sister-in-law, and indeed, she has quite the stinky mouth.”
The two exchanged questions and answers like this.
Instantly, Eliza Quarter’s face turned green.
Her pretty face darkened, and in their circle, she had never seen Sophia Hart, “Who are you?
I’m talking to Julia, what’s it to you?”
“It’s my mouth, can you control it?” Sophia Hart pouted her red lips, “You are disturbing our show, please leave.”
Eliza Quarter found it laughable, “This is not your store, why should I leave just because you said so?
I want the two of you to get out.”
The Quarter Family held significant status in Dunmore City as well.
This club was run by the playboy Trevor Sullivan from the Sullivan Family, who would definitely show respect to the Quarter Family.
Eliza Quarter just felt that Julia Land was really overestimating herself.
A re upstart stepdaughter from the Langston Family.
And only because she had the backing of her uncle from the Thompson Family to confront her.
Julia Land poured Sophia Hart a glass of juice, “Sophia, just watch the show, ignore her, I got this.”
This matter had started because of her; naturally, she couldn’t let Sophia Hart fight for her.
Julia Land gave Eliza Quarter a sidelong glance, with a sneer, “With so much money from the Quarter Family, of course life is good.
Isn’t that normal?
I’m no longer the Quarter Family’s daughter-in-law, don’t co throwing your sister-in-law’s weight around in front of , it’s embarrassing.”
Eliza Quarter’s first instinct was to raise her hand arrogantly, aiming to slap Julia.
Julia lifted a glass of juice from the table and threw it in Eliza Quarter’s face.
“Ah!
Julia, you cheap woman!!”
Eliza Quarter let out a piercing scream.
The sticky juice on her face made her want to go mad.
Eliza Quarter’s girlfriends, who had initially co to watch the drama, hurriedly grabbed tissues to help her wipe the juice off.
With the incident escalating, the muscular n’s show ca to a temporary halt.
Sophia Hart glared unhappily at Eliza Quarter; this woman was truly annoying.
The club manager ca over, cursing his bad luck inwardly.
The boss had co for an inspection today, and now, these patrons were making a scene.
“Manager, you’ve co at just the right ti; drive these two won out of the club, and put tonight’s losses on my tab,” Eliza Quarter said, throwing the tissue in her hand at Julia, who dodged.
Eliza’s gaze fell on the hand Julia had tied up with a strap, hanging around her neck, a flicker passed through her eyes, and she hurled her handbag at Julia’s hand.
Julia dodged, and the bodyguards ca to protect her and Sophia Hart.
“So, you’ve hired bodyguards, thinking you’re so powerful?” Eliza eyed the club manager, “Kick these two out.”
The young ladies who ca with Eliza, all from good families themselves, chid in, “They’re delaying our show, kick them both out.”
The club manager looked at Sophia Hart, knowing she was the guest the boss personally instructed to be taken good care of.
He didn’t have the guts to throw anyone out.
When Trevor Sullivan received the call from the club manager while he was lounging in the office,
the boss said, “A friend of Miss Hart has had a conflict with the young Miss from the Quarter Family.”
“Where are they?
I’ll be right there.”
Jas Thompson had given him a heads up to look after Sophia Hart who liked to watch the shows.
When he saw Julia Land next to Sophia Hart, “…”
He felt a headache coming on.
How did she get here too??
If Jas Thompson found out, would his club still survive??
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