This pub isn’t like an upscale bar, with a classy ambiance that makes one feel comfortable and relaxed. Instead, it fills the air with a dizzying and nauseating mix of alcohol and debauchery, even in the private room, leaving a sense of disgust.
Belinda Howard visited such a place for the first ti and clung tightly to Alia Stuart’s hand the entire way, feeling deeply unsettled.
The three of them entered a private room, and very soon a waiter arrived to serve them.
At Young Master Richard’s request, a few minutes later, the waiter brought in a variety of mixed drinks.
"So, tell , what do you need for?" Young Master Richard picked up a wine glass, laughing arrogantly as he glanced at the two of them.
Belinda Howard remained silent, feeling uncomfortably out of place in the prevailing atmosphere.
At this mont, Alia Stuart stood up with a smile and walked over to Young Master Richard.
Looking at her sultry, curvaceous figure, Young Master Richard’s eyes widened with desire, filled with an urgent impulse to pin her down.
"Young Master Richard, do you know Audrey Jenkins?" Alia Stuart approached and sat on the edge of the sofa, feigning a flattering deanor.
Upon hearing her words, Young Master Richard smiled.
ntioning Audrey Jenkins—it must’ve been about two fresh-faced newbie actresses. Knowing that Audrey Jenkins had so connection with him before her rise to fa, they’ve co to seek him out, haven’t they?
"Audrey Jenkins? Of course, I know her. She wouldn’t have what she has today if she hadn’t sought out initially." Young Master Richard took a sip of red wine, responding with evident pride.
Alia Stuart’s eyes darted briefly, her expression lifting into a smile. She continued to ask, "Is that so? Does that an you share quite a deep connection with her?"
Young Master Richard chuckled, just about to respond when he suddenly grabbed a nearby glass of wine and looked at Alia Stuart with a smirk, "Want to know? Drink with , and I’ll tell you."
Seeing the wine glass extended toward her, Alia Stuart glared at it briefly before accepting it.
She figured this wine might be potent—one glass down and she’d likely be out cold like a fool if she drank!
Alia Stuart smiled faintly, and the next second, she directly splashed the wine onto Young Master Richard’s face!
Drenched suddenly with wine, Young Master Richard appeared dazed for a mont. Half a second later, he stood up abruptly, glaring furiously at Alia Stuart, "What are you doing!?"
Beside them, Belinda Howard was equally stunned by the sudden act, standing there frozen in place, utterly speechless!
Alia Stuart’s expression turned icy as she threw the wine glass aside. A chilling smile crept across her face.
"What am I doing? Obviously, I’m teaching a scumbag like you a lesson!" With those words, the next second, Alia Stuart raised her leg and delivered a brutal kick to Young Master Richard’s groin. He winced in agony, his face contorting into a tight knot, and was unable to stand upright!
As Young Master Richard doubled over, Alia Stuart didn’t hold back, delivering another fierce kick to his abdon, knocking him to the ground, leaving him writhing in agony.
"Who... who the hell are you people..." Young Master Richard lay sprawled on the ground, clutching at his injured area, cold sweat streaming as he groaned miserably.
He couldn’t figure out why he had suffered such a severe beating, and even worse—it was at the hands of a woman!
Alia Stuart curled her lips into a smirk, crossing her arms as she looked down arrogantly at Young Master Richard, "Want to know who we are? Fine, I’ll tell you, just so you can die with clarity."
Young Master Richard lifted his head, his eyes brimming with fury. Yet, despite wanting to retaliate, his body was too weak to muster any strength. All he could do was lie on the ground in pain, glaring at Alia Stuart while muttering curses under his breath.
"You vile bastards! Just you wait—I’ll make sure you suffer later..."
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