Chapter 88


    Seeing that Brad was about to leave, Sammy signaled to the young seductive woman beside him.


    “Whoever can keep this gentleman here tonight will get this much.” With that, heid a stack of banknotes


    on the table.


    One of the women clung to Sammy’s neck and kissed him on the cheek. “Wow, Sammy. You look so handsome when you pull out the cash. I love quests like you–young and good–looking. Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”


    She was scantily d in a spaghetti strap top and a miniskirt. The way she dressed revealed her slim waist and long, fair legs. Swaying as she walked, she approached Brad, who had already stood up.


    “Hey, handsome. Don’t be such a downer. Have a few <b>more </b>drinks and let me keep youpany. Tell me what’s bothering you, and let’s have some fun together.” She <b>had </b>already <b>noticed </b>that Brad was the real


    VIP tonight.


    Not only was he exceptionally handsome, but he was practically the embodiment of first–ss. One look and she knew that he came from a wealthy, influential family. His presence <b>was </b>leagues above Sammy’s,


    Relying on her looks, the woman shed a charming smile and walked toward Brad. She attempted to grab his hand. “Don’t leave, handsome. Stay a while longer.”


    She had her eyes on that stack of cash Sammy had ced on the coffee table. All she wanted <b>was </b>to keep Brad around without a thought for the consequences.


    She struck a seductive pose. When she bent forward slightly, she revealed the tempting curve of her cleavage. This would normally make a <b>man’s </b>heart <b>race</b>


    However, Brad raised his hand and pushed her aside. His sharp gaze was filled with menace as he


    uttered a single word, “Scram.”


    The woman’s face turned red in embarrassment but she was persistent. She lunged at Brad again and said, “Don’t be like that, handsome. Live for the moment.


    “Since your girl isn’t here, I’ll keep youpany. If that old hag of yours objects, I’ll curse her for you, okay?


    With a swift move, Brad sidestepped her as his expression grew darker. His piercing eyes turned to Sammy. “You <b>have </b>30 seconds to get her <b>out </b>of here.”


    Nadine, an old hag? How was that possible? How dare this woman from the underworld call Nadine an old hag? <b>Where </b>did she get the nerve?


    The woman failed to throw herself into Brad’s arms, missing her mark. The fact that she was wearing high heels made it easier for her to lose bnce, and she fell face t on the ground. The impact sent pain shooting through her legs and knees<b>.</b>


    Still unwilling to give up, she tearfully extended a hand toward Brad. “Don’t be so harsh, handsome. It really hurts, you know? Can’t you help me up?


    The woman realized she had taken a significant loss by dealing with this tough customer. But no <b>one </b>in her line of work would refuse money. Only a fool wouldn’t take advantage of a paying opportunity.


    Brad didn’t pay any attention to her. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Sammy. “Tell her to leave. Didn’t you hear me?”


    Sammy sighed and walked over to help the fallen woman up. He then shoved the wad of cash from the coffee table into her hand<b>.</b>


    “Alright, alright. You upset this gentleman by calling his wife an old hag. Take the money and go.”


    The young woman was puzzled and asked, “He’s married? And his wife isn’t an old hag? Then why is he


    here?”


    Sammy shook his head. “That’s not for you to ask. Just go.”


    Sammy half–pulled and half–dragged the woman out of the private room. The other woman looked at Brad with disdain. How could a guy with a familye to this sort of ce?


    When no one was paying attention, she secretly took a picture and posted it online with a caption. It said, Looks decent but sneaks out behind his wife’s back.”Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    She posted it casually without thinking about the potential circumstances.