Now, the future father-in-law and future son-in-law both vomited like a symphony of vomiting; the sound of retching was incessant.
So people couldn’t take it and rushed out of the private room.
At this point, George stood up, saying, "Oh, Mr. Nova, look at the ss. If you couldn’t drink, you should have said so. It’s my fault for toasting you."
With just one sentence, George distanced himself and from the fiasco. These guys were really skilled at this ga.
Edward stood up, sowhat drunk, saying, "Gentlen, it seems we can’t continue today. Let’s gather again next ti!"
With that, he hooked his arm with mine and George’s and walked out.
Others also left the private room one after another. As for Frank and Phillip, no one cared about them.
As soon as Edward left the hotel, he ran to the trash can and started vomiting.
George followed suit, along with a few other executives.
After so thought, I also found an empty trash can and vomited. If everyone else was vomiting, would it be odd if I didn’t?
Most importantly, I felt relieved after vomiting.
Ten minutes later, Edward and George ca over, both looking relaxed.
"William, want to ride in my car?" Edward asked. "Let’s go!"
By this ti, the driver had already brought the car over.
George had his driver follow behind the Bentley. Then we got into the back seat.
As soon as we got in the car, George and Edward burst into laughter.
"This ti Frank really shot himself in the foot."
"Serves him right!" George said.
Edward said, "This old guy really thought he had under control."
"We owe this one to William. Without him, we’d have had to play drunk!" George said, patting my shoulder with a look of appreciation.
I knew this ti I really stepped up to the plate and scored big. Not just helping Edward out of his jam, but also winning over George.
"How could I stand by while you two were getting hamred? Plus, I’ve been fed up with those two for quite so ti now."
"Good, I like your style!"
George wrapped his arm around mine. "William, let’s go. We will show you sothing later!"
"Show what?"
George smirked sowhat mysteriously, saying, "You’ll find out soon!"
Edward also smiled, saying, "In any case, it’s a good thing." Hearing that, I felt a surge of anticipation.
Soon, the car stopped in front of Sevan City’s largest and most famous club, the Royal Entertainnt Club!
Damn, was this what they ant by showing sothing?
But I like it!
I loved it already! This place was a legendary money pit, known for its high-end clientele and extravagant spending. You couldn’t even walk in without at least ten grand in your pocket.
In the past, I could only fantasize about such places in my mind, but now, I was actually here!
The club was like a palace, dazzlingly opulent.
In the Emperor’s Private Room, more than twenty sex maniacs stood in front of , ready for selection!
George said, "William, pick whichever ones you like. If one is not enough, then take two!"
His words ignited my passion. These won would be considered goddesses outside, but now I was choosing them.
As I scanned the crowd, suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in my line of sight.
I widened my eyes and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Lucy!"
The woman, wearing a red low-cut dress, was Lucy, my college class monitor. She was not only gorgeous but also top of our class, winning scholarships every year. In college, she was the campus belle, the departnt belle, and the one pursued by many from the female dormitory to the school gate.
But she didn’t fancy any of them.
One reason was her privileged background. It was rumored her father was a high-ranking executive at Sevan. So even said that getting close to Lucy ant having Sevan at your feet.
However, she held herself in high regard and simply looked down on them.
She was the goddess of my university days, but how could she be here now? Could it be that her family had fallen on hard tis, forcing her into this?
The thought left feeling conflicted.
"William, who are you calling?"
George raised an eyebrow, saying, "I get it. You like younger girls, don’t you?"
He pointed to a woman in a school uniform with a voluptuous figure, "How about her?"
I hesitated for a mont, then waved my hand saying, "No, that’s not what I ant!" At that mont, Lucy also looked in my direction, panic evident in her eyes as she involuntarily took a step back, trying to shield herself.
Edward followed my gaze, saying, "The one in the red dress, co over and keep my friend company."
Lucy bit her lip, and her face showed a mix of emotions.
"What’s wrong? Can’t you co over?" Edward furrowed his brow.
"Sir, I... I’m feeling a bit unwell, I..."
"Even if you were terminally ill today, you would still keep my friend happy." Edward slamd the table. The usually gentle Edward was now commanding and forceful, "Either you make my brother happy today, or you’re out of this business forever!"
George’s expression soured, saying, "Addison, is this how you treat guests when Edward and I bring our friend here for the first ti?"
Addison, a woman in her forties with lingering charm, plump in figure, was a madam in the business. Seeing Edward and George angry, Addison quickly smiled apologetically, saying, "Mr. Walker, Mr. Jefferson, the newcor doesn’t know the rules. Please don’t be angry."
After speaking, she walked up to Lucy and slapped her face. Lucy’s fair cheeks turned red instantly, but the blow wasn’t too heavy. After all, in this line of work, a pretty face was an asset, and she didn’t want to alienate clients. She wouldn’t do anything to harm her reputation.
Addison scolded harshly, "You wench, don’t you know that the custor is God in this business? Mr. Walker and Mr. Jefferson are our club’s esteed mbers. If they aren’t happy today, I’ll sell you to the brothel and make you a real wench!"
Lucy covered her face, her big eyes filled with fear.
I wanted to say sothing, but Edward and George were standing up for . If I said it was okay, it would be like slapping their face.
"Do you understand?" Addison whispered.
"Yes, I understand."
Lucy bit her lip, holding back tears.
"Then why aren’t you moving? Get over there!" Addison scolded. "Don’t make repeat myself!"
Lucy walked hesitantly towards , bowing to . "Sir, I am Leila, number 137."
Leila?
I understood; this was an alias!
Most people in this line of work used an alias.
I forced a smile, saying, "Well, co and sit down!"
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