Chapter 527
Chapter 527 You’re Not Worthy
Mr. Booth leered at Whitney from head to toe. Even though he had seen countless beauties before, this
was his first time seeing a type like this. Ever since Whitney was young, her family was exceedingly
well off. So, there was a slight hint of nobility on her.
“Come, little beauty, I’ll toast to you.” Mr. Booth raised the ss at her, and before Whitney could
respond, he was already throwing his head back and downing the wine in one go.
Whitney had no choice but to grit her teeth and drink as well. The two women beside Mr. Booth also
seemed to catch on, so they coaxed the two to keep drinking. Whitney hadn’t sat down for long, but
there was already more than two bottles’ worth of wine in her stomach. Her gaze was bleary as she
could only repeat her actions mechanically, lifting her head and drinking ss after ss.
At the side, Dous remained silent all this while. Whitney had drunk quite a lot, and her gaze was
beginning to waver. After concluding the business talks with Mr. Booth, Dous stood up.
“That’s settled, then. It’s gettingte, so I’ll be going back now.”
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Mr. Booth had already set his sights on Whitney. After the sessful discussion, he didn’t say anything
else as he nodded.
“Sure. Have a safe trip, Mr. Lane. You two, see Mr. Lane out.”
The people in the room all walked out. The huge private room was soundproofed very well, and the
booming music outside could only be heard faintly within. Hence, no one in the room would hear any
form of sound. Dous exited the club, feeling somehow irritated. He took out a cigarette and lit it, then
began taking slow puffs.
His looks and aura were among the best, so as he stood at the club entrance, he instantly attracted a
number of women who approached him.
“Hey, handsome, interested in a drink?” Dous looked indifferently at the flirting woman in front of
him, exuding a pressuring aura that warded strangers off.
“No!”
The woman originally wanted to try again, but when she saw his foul expression, she backed away in
the end. When the secretary received Dous’ call, he rushed to the club to pick Dous up. After
Dous got into the car, he kept feeling a little uneasy in the back of the car.
He kept puffing on the cigarette, feeling extremely upset inside. After a while, he seemed to have
regretted it as he said to the secretary at the front, “Turn around. Go back to the club.”
Even though the secretary was curious, it was still his boss’ orders, so he braked and made a sharp
turn back to the club.
Whitney had a little too much to drink, and her whole body felt heavy as she half-leaned against the
couch. The lights in the private room were a little dim, and when her pale face was illuminated, the pink
tint on her face was clearly visible.
Now, Whitney was a little confused in her mind. The alcohol caused her body to heat up, so she
reached up and ced a finger on her cor, tugging slightly at it.
But today, she was wearing a T-shirt, so the cor couldn’t be opened. She could only tug at it, feeling
extremely horrible. Seeing her hot and bothered, Mr. Booth grinned obscenely as he took a step
forward, teasing, “Little beauty, it feels hot, doesn’t it? If so, I can help you.”
With that, he moved forward in an attempt to help Whitney remove her clothes, but she was in a daze
because of the alcohol. She widened her eyes to look at the figure looming in front of her. She could
still recognize who that was, and she pushed the person away, saying in disdain, “Get lost.”
With that, she struggled to get up, ready to leave.
However, Mr. Booth couldn’t possibly just let his prey go. He grabbed Whitney, who was trying to leave,
then said fiercely, “You wretch, you’re already selling yourself, so why are you still pretending to be
pure? Do you think you’re honestly clean just because you wore an innocent outfit?”
When the unbearable words made their way into Whitney’s ears, fury raged within her as Whitney
red and said in a bitter voice, “Even if I’m really selling myself, you’re not worthy!”