Chapter 526
Chapter 526 Drinking
At 9.00PM, it was supposedly summer when one could wear short sleeves, but because of the bad
weather, where it kept raining, one should still wear a coat at night.
Whitney arrived at the entrance of Twilight Club, a club that took up quite arge area. Various kinds of
luxury cars and sports cars were parked at its entrance, and lots of young people were gathered there,
chatting away happily.
Whitney had never been to such a ce before. She had only heard of it in the past, so when she
arrived, she felt a little helpless. She stood stiffly at the entrance and waited for almost half an hour
before Dous came over.
He could spot Whitney in front of the club at a nce because Whitney was a stark contrast to the
people beside her. She wore a casual outfit, and she didn’t put on any makeup.
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The poor girl merely stood without doing anything. Compared to those flirtatious women who were all
decked out, she did look quite innocent. Dous didn’t know what was wrong with him. When he saw
Whitney looking so pure, he somehow felt dissatisfied inside.
He stepped forward and pulled her to a corner, then immediately began mocking her. “Why? You’re
coming to a ce like a club, but you didn’t dress up? You’re dressed so innocently. Are you going to
toy with someone’s heart?”
Whitney frowned slightly, opening her mouth to retort, saying, “I always dress this way. Don’t look for
trouble.”
Dous chuckled, then reached out and held her cheeks between his two fingers. He slightly pinched
her cheeks, leaving two marks on her tender skin.
“Whitney, remember your current position. I can always continue suing the Campbell Family.”
Whitney gritted her teeth and said no more. Seeing her silent, Dous let go of her and said coldly,
“Go in.”
With that, he stopped minding Whitney and walked inside right away. Whitney hastily followed behind
Dous, going in with him. As soon as she entered the club, she could clearly hear the cacophony
inside.
The loud and booming music was giving her slight migraines. Dous had reserved a private room,
and there was already a man and two women inside. The man looked to be in his thirties, and he had a
bulging stomach that somehow made him look like a rich man.
The women beside him were young and had amazing figures. They stuck close to the man, whispering
suggestive words to him. Whitney felt ufortable as soon as she entered the room.
When Mr. Booth saw Whitney entering the room, his eyes lit up. He narrowed his already small eyes as
he examined Whitney from head to toe. Then, he said to Dous, “Mr. Lane, where did you get this
beauty from? She looks quite different from the rest.”
Dous slowly walked forward, then took his time as he sat on a couch opposite Mr. Booth, saying
calmly, “Since we’re here at the club already, of course, I should bring a woman along.”
When Mr. Booth heard Dous’ words, he couldn’t help butugh. “Just as expected. Every man here
is the same. Come, Mr. Lane, drink up.”
Dous turned to nce at Whitney, then said, “I need to watch my health these days, so I can’t drink
alcohol. She’ll drink in my stead.”
Mr. Booth was already eager for something when he saw Whitney’s shy and innocent behavior. When
he heard Dous say that, he more or less understood those words as he hastily smiled. “Yes, yes,
you’re right, Mr. Lane. Since you’re in ill health, I’ll have this little beauty drink with me.”
Dous turned up the corners of his mouth in a faint smile. He looked toward Whitney, and when he
saw her still standing there, he said in dissatisfaction, “What are you doing just standing there? Come
here, sit down, and drink with Mr. Booth.”
Whitney pursed her lips and took a seat, gritting her teeth. Her backside had just touched the seat
when a ss was stuffed in her hands. The alcohol was a shade of brown, and it didn’t look like beer.
Whitney was a heavyweight, but drinking wasn’t her hobby because alcohol didn’t taste too good, in
her opinion.