Emma brought Giselle to the top bar in Seaworth City. She was evidently a regular there.As soon as they entered the private room, they were greeted by dozens of young men with different personalities and styles. It went without saying that they all looked good.Giselle said nothing, but Emma generously told her to pick first. "We're in the same boat, Ms. Stone. There's plenty of fish in the sea, so don't obsess over that one dumb fish. Pick whichever guy you like—everything is on me tonight."With her words, the men started showing what they were capable of. Giselle was at a loss for words. After a while, she held a hand to her forehead and said, "I'm not picking a gigolo, Ms. Jones.""Come on now. They're just here to drink with you and alleviate your boredom," Emma said.Giselle was insistent on her rejection, so Emma gave up. The private room was a lot more spacious after Emma dismissed the men.Giselle started pouring the drinks. She downed hers, which surprised Emma. "I wou
Someone asked about the situation with Larry. Jonathan narrowed his eyes and said, "Whoever's caused the problem will have to deal with the fallout themselves."He wanted to see how long Giselle could hold out when she had no one to rely on in Seaworth City. As long as she was obedient, he didn't mind putting a roof over her head and giving her some help. They'd been together for seven years, after all. He didn't think she could sever their ties so easily.Unless… Jonathan thought about the gown Giselle had worn to Richard's birthday celebration. His annoyance surged. Who the hell had given her the gown?The others in the room shut up when they sensed his irritation.Outside, Giselle leaned against the wall, thinking about the conversation she'd just heard. Once upon a time, she'd considered these people her friends. Now, they were badmouthing her behind her back. It was revolting.She didn't stay there any longer—the conversation had destroyed her good mood. She went to the restr
The man eyed Giselle lecherously. She recognized him—he was Phil Cross, one of Jonathan's good friends. She'd already forgotten about this, but his words reminded her.Phil wanted to get in her pants but had never dared to do anything about it because he feared retribution from Jonathan. The only time he'd expressed his desire was when Jonathan had brought Charlotte with him to a charity dinner.Phil told Giselle that Jonathan wasn't in love with her anymore and advised her to switch to someone else. He also told her he was willing to take her as his lover despite having a fiancée.Giselle had turned him down and fallen out with him."Does Jonathan know about this?" Giselle asked, trying to stay calm. She quickly tried to devise a plan to get away.There were three men in the room. If Emma weren't drunk, they would stand a chance of getting away. However, Emma was fast asleep now. Giselle would have a hard time fending the three men off, especially if she needed to protect Emma.
Phil looked at Giselle smugly. "Save your energy, Giselle. Even the most arrogant of people will beg like dogs once they've had that!"She felt horrible. She snarled and shouted, "You're committing a crime, Phil!"He burst into laughter as if he'd heard a joke. It took him a while to stop. "Do you have anything to prove that this is a crime? I haven't done anything to you."The drug he'd fed Giselle couldn't be detected by any professional equipment after eight hours. Even if Giselle were to sue him for sexual assault, he had a video to show that she'd willingly given herself to him. He could even use it against her.Phil started fantasizing about how it would feel like to sleep with her. He couldn't be hasty, though. He wanted to wait until she started begging him like a dog. He wanted to stomp all over her pride and dignity.As time passed, the drug started taking effect. Giselle felt a wave of heat wash over her. She clenched her fists, trying hard to remain lucid. "You're desp
Chester stepped on Phil's right hand while the latter watched in horror. He forced the bloody palm onto the floor before grinding it.Phil's tortured cries filled the room, making the server outside shudder. He couldn't help thinking about how ruthless Chester was.Chester's eyes glinted maliciously behind his glasses. Phil's pleas fell on deaf ears. Even he couldn't bear to touch a hair on Giselle's head, yet a scumbag like Phil dared to covet her. The more Chester thought about it, the more intense his desire to murder became."I was wrong, Mr. Fordham! I-I had no idea Giselle was yours… Please, let me go!" If Phil had known about this, he wouldn't have dared do anything to Giselle. Heck, he would've gone for Emma instead of Giselle!His survival instinct won out over everything else, leaving him incapable of wondering what Chester and Giselle had to do with each other. All he knew was that he didn't want to die!"It looks like you don't need your mouth, either." Chester took of
Chester grabbed Giselle's roaming hands and forced her to face him. He asked, "Who am I, Gigi?"Who was he?Giselle was lost for a moment. Then, the heat took over her again. "Jonathan…"The rest of the sentence was incoherent, but mentioning that name itself was enough to make Chester's expression darken."…I'm so hot," she mumbled.If she hadn't brought up Jonathan's name, Chester would probably have been willing to help her cool down before they reached his villa. Now, however…He wrapped his coat around her again and had the driver turn the A/C to the lowest. "Hang on."The driver sped up; the amorous atmosphere had dissipated.Giselle felt tormented. She wanted to break free of Chester's hold but was too weak. Ultimately, she bit his arm, almost as if venting her frustration.He frowned, his expression grim. But when he looked at her face, he couldn't help softening. "Jonathan's unworthy of you, Gigi."…As soon as Chester and Giselle arrived at his villa, Hector, who w
Giselle's eyes glinted mockingly at Chester's question. She clutched her mug so tightly that the veins on the back of her hand protruded.To put it bluntly, Phil was one of Jonathan's lapdogs. He wanted to get in her pants but didn't have the nerve to do so. He wouldn't have dared to act like that last night without Jonathan's permission. It looked like Jonathan had ultimately acted ruthlessly to avenge Charlotte.Anger washed over Giselle. Chester took away her mug as she simmered. "You don't have to answer me if it's inconvenient, Ms. Stone."Giselle slowly calmed down at his words. She sat up in bed and searched for her phone, but it wasn't anywhere to be found. Chester saw what she wanted and handed it to her. His bodyguard had retrieved it and brought it over earlier in the morning while reporting to Chester.She thanked Chester before calling Emma. Emma only answered before the call cut off. She rasped, "Hello…""Where are you, Ems?" Giselle asked.Emma was a little slow on
At the moment, Giselle felt so embarrassed that she just wanted to melt into the ground.She knew that she had a bad habit of going around biting people whenever she got drunk. Although she had been drugged yesterday, she still bit Chester despite not being drunk. But she shouldn't have done anything worse, right?She didn't know, and she didn't want to know either. It would only be even more embarrassing for her if she knew.Chester was worried that he was making Giselle distressed, so he quickly left the room, letting her tidy herself up before coming out for lunch.As the door clicked shut behind her, Giselle belatedly had another dreadful thought.Who had been the one who changed her out of her clothes?…Half an hour later, Giselle bit the bullet and had lunch with Chester. After she was done with lunch, she decided to meet up with Emma.Chester sent her there since it was on his way. While Giselle was getting out of the car, he said, "Call me if you need anything."She n