Chapter 77


    Chapter 77


    Sophia was a stunner. One look and a man’s blood could boil. Greg scanned the neers, and


    Sophia stood out like a diamond. Young curvy, with a womanly confidence that turned heads. “Hey


    there, beautiful,” Greg slurred, reaching out to touch her face.


    The two executives on the couch exchanged a worried nce. One started to stand, but the other


    held him back. “Don’t get involved. More trouble than it’s worth.”


    “But that’s Jason’s wifel Greg doesn’t know, but we do. We can’t just let him…”


    “The manager brought her here himself. Jason obviously okayed it. Maybe they have some n. If


    we mess with it, we’re toast.”


    “…Yeah, you’re right.”


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    The music was loud enough to drown out their hushed conversation. Greg’s fingers danced across


    Sophia’s bare skin, his eyes filled with predatory hunger. Her wless face sent shivers down his


    spine. He yearned to devour her with his gaze. Jason and Sophia kept their private lives private, so


    it wasn’t surprising Greg wouldn’t recognize her. Even if he did, right now, Jason needed Greg, and


    offering his wife as arm candy for the night wasn’t a big deal, right? “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Greg


    cooed, his hand inching down towards her delicate corbone. “I’ll be gentle.” He leaned in, trying to


    peek down her dress.


    The manager, witnessing this, felt an urge to stop him. But Sophia’s icy stare held him back. He’d


    been in the nightclub scene long enough to know when to mind his own business. A heavy footstep


    approached, and the manager turned with relief to see Jason and his bodyguards. Now the boss


    was here, things wouldn’t get out of hand. As for whatever game Jason and Sophia were ying, it


    wasn’t his ce to judge.


    “Mr. Wilson,” the manager acknowledged.


    Jason grunted, gesturing for him to move. His gaze immediatelynded on Greg’s hand hovering


    near Sophia’s chest.


    The nightclub escorts wore barely–there outfits, all skimpy skirts and exposed shoulders, designed


    to turn heads. But Greg’s hand was practically disappearing into the valley between Sophia’s


    breasts. The situation was… unmistakable.


    Jason’s face hardened, and his fists clenched at his sides. “Greg’s our guest from Clumond City.


    We want him to have a good time,” he said through gritted teeth. “Anything you need, Greg, just


    ask.”


    Greg threw his head back and boomed withughter. He squeezed Sophia’s side before pulling her


    into a tight embrace. “Mr. Wilson, you’re a true host! This beauty… she seems young. A young wife,


    maybe? But where do you find such exquisitedies? I wonder what her husband would say if he


    knew she was entertaining me tonight?”


    It was supposed to be a joke, but it felt like a knife twisting in Jason’s gut. His eyes darted to Greg’s


    hand resting on Sophia’s bare shoulder, and a murderous rage bubbled inside him.


    Sensing his rising temper, Jason quickly looked away and strode into the private room. “Enjoy


    yourself, Greg,” he forced out, his voiceced with venom. “It’s just a woman.”


    Gregughed again, holding Sophia close. Jason watched them, his eyes burning with fury. This


    shameless woman! Always flirting with anyone in sight!


    As Greg settled across from Jason, still holding Sophia tight, his hand continued its journey south. It


    roamed across her shoulders, then dipped towards her exposed legs. Jason gripped his ss so


    hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes were glued to Greg’s hand hovering dangerously close to


    the hem of Sophia’s skirt.


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