Chapter 4

Jonathan furrowed his brow and grabbed the restless hand of the woman next to him, coldly tossing it aside.

Once she was out of the room, Kylie finally relaxed. She had drunk too much earlier, and now her head was spinning.

She rushed to the restroom, sticking her finger down her throat and vomiting for a while. The sharp, bitter taste of liquor lingered in her mouth.

She splashed cold water on her face, the sting from the slaps still burning her cheeks.

As she walked out of the restroom, Kylie bumped into a man coming from the other way.

A strong scent of cigars hit her, and she looked up to see Samuel.

Kylie immediately sensed something was wrong. Was Samuel here to cause trouble for her again?

"Sorry, Mr. Quinton," Kylie quickly apologized and tried to move away, but Samuel placed his hand on the door, trapping her.

"Coco?"

Samuel looked at the name tag on her chest and read it aloud with a teasing tone, but his gaze was burning, fixed on Kylie's chest.

Samuel was as tall as Jonathan, probably about 5 feet 11 inches. With that height difference, he could easily look down on Kylie's curvy figure.

Kylie could feel the desire in Samuel's eyes. She quickly covered her chest with her hands, terrified.

Samuel chuckled, pried her hands apart, and stuffed a stack of cash between her breasts.

"What if you came with me?" Samuel said, and Kylie was obviously surprised at his words. "Think about it."

He smirked and released her.

Once Samuel left, Kylie sighed in relief. Did rich men always like women like her?

She pulled out the cash from her chest, pondering.

In the distance, a tall, slender figure passed by.

Kylie didn't know, but Jonathan had witnessed everything that had just happened.

A man with an intense possessive streak, Jonathan's heart was now a mix of conflicting emotions.

When Jonathan returned to the V8 room from the restroom, his face was dark. Samuel tried to pull him into cutting the cake together, but Jonathan shook him off.

Samuel felt awkward, completely unaware that his teasing of Kylie earlier had crossed Jonathan's line.

Jonathan's mind was consumed with thoughts of Kylie's vulnerable, pitiable expression. He regretted it a little, but he couldn't bring himself to accept the way she had acted.

He had always seen her as nothing more than an obedient lover, so why did he suddenly seem to care about her today?

Feeling restless and increasingly irritated, he didn't stay long before getting up and leaving.

The cake hadn't even been cut, but Jonathan was already gone. That left Samuel feeling a bit embarrassed.

This wasn't the first time Jonathan had embarrassed Samuel in public. But what could he do? Jonathan was Samuel's cousin, after all. Samuel gritted his teeth and endured it.

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A black luxury car was already waiting at the entrance of the club. As soon as Jonathan stepped outside, his assistant, Michael Lester, hurried to open the car door for him.

Jonathan said nothing, his face still grim. After a long pause, he finally spoke to Michael.

"I don't want Kylie showing up here again."

"Understood," Michael replied immediately.

Jonathan massaged his temple with his long fingers and added, "And that starlet, whatever her name was—make sure she never gets another role."

Michael was momentarily stunned but quickly caught on and answered, "Got it."

However, Michael was inwardly confused.

What rising star? Who was that?

Either way, it didn't matter who it was. If they offended Jonathan, they wouldn't last long in the industry.

Once Jonathan got into the car, Michael handed him a clean shirt.

As Jonathan removed the alcohol-stained shirt in the spacious backseat, his eyes landed on the lipstick stain at the collar. He frowned slightly, a surge of jealousy rising within him. He didn't want to show it too obviously, but the strong sense of possessiveness was impossible to ignore.

Looking out the window for a long time, Jonathan finally spoke coldly.

"Drive."