Chapter 104 Just Want to Sink


    The luxurious and grand nightclub is a mix of ancient Roman and modern elements, with ck paint


    lining the walls of the club in a dark and unpredictable way.


    Belle sat at the table, her face flushed and her eyes misty. The human weaknesses ofziness, greed


    and lust are revealed one by one in the catwalk sitting in front of the bar.


    When the bartender handed Belle the strong alcohol called "Seven Colours of Light", she drank it


    without hesitation and after three sses in a row, she couldn''t tell where she was anymore!


    Her eyes were full of blood red bed sheet and Calvin''s disgusted eyes, the bitterness in her heart was


    getting bigger and bigger. Even if she was innocent, he wouldn''t care about her, all along he never


    believed in her, even when the truth came out, he walked away coldly and even went tofort Lexie.


    She''s nothing!


    She staggered to her feet, all the figures in front of her were shifting and ovepping, she could no


    longer tell whether they were good or bad, women or men, she could only see the faces of hypocrites


    andughing debauchers all over the world. She smiled alone, tears flowed from her eyes, her body


    was so weak and she soon fell back down.


    Her world is destined to have no tomorrow, no future. In her mind were her father''s death, her mother''s


    wounds, and endless emptiness and destion.


    Calvin just used her toplete the design of thepany''s car, obsessed with her body. Why did she


    fall in love with him? Why did she choose to marry him? If not, she would be happy now.


    This is her sorrow, her life.


    "Calvin, you bastard, you are hypocritical and arrogant, thinking that I will bend over backwards to be


    your wife like Lexie?" Belle''s mind drifted and she muttered, "I''m telling you, I won''t, I simply despise


    you holding my mother''s illness against me, shouting at me. I despise you, even if you don''t love me,


    there will be someone else to love me."


    "Fill my ss," she yelled, reaching towards the bartender, wanting to indulge herselfpletely.


    "Miss, you''re drunk." The bartender saw Belle''s unclear demeanour. She was not a regr customer


    here, so probably she just came over to have a drink. But it was not safe for a woman to drink to drown


    her sorrows alone, so he kindly reminded her.


    "No, I''m not drunk, I''m still sober. I''m telling you, I''ve got plenty of money, I will pay you." She pped


    the table and called out, pulling a gold card out of her pocket, "There''s enough money here to pay for


    the drinks."


    The bartender shook his head, knowing that there was no way to dissuade her, that it was his duty not


    to meddle in the affairs of his customers, so he had to bring her another ss of alcohol.


    "It''s so hot," Belle, who had never drunk alcohol before, felt unbearably hot and agitated, pulling the


    dress around her neck with her hands. That was the dress Calvin bought for her, which covered her


    neck. She was so hot that she pulled the cor open.


    "I bet this chick will pass out drunk after one more drink." A man in the nightclub had been watching


    her. He was sitting on a ck painted wooden chair, beside him stood twoscivious men, staring at


    Belle and smiling wickedly, one of them said to the man on chair.


    "This chick looks familiar, I always think I''ve seen her somewhere before." The man standing on the


    other side said with some confusion.


    The man in char was Bill, the underground boss in A City. He was about thirty years old, with a long


    scar carved into his grim face. At the moment he is rubbing his chin with his right hand, his eyes fixed


    on Belle, seemingly contemting something.


    "It''s too hot." Belle pulled open her clothes. The clothes were so tight that even if they were ripped


    open, they only revealed a trivial bone, and even then, the trivial bone was so tempting in the night.


    The man who had been stimted by alcohol to the point of losing his sanity was emitting male


    hormones, and his hunter-like eyes were looking for an object to give vent to.


    Immediately, several men approached towards Belle, their eyes straying to her chest, their evil eyes


    looking straight down, eager to immediately rip off all the clothes on her chest.


    "Miss, what''s bothering you? Tell me, I will relieve your sorrow, okay?" A man holding a wine ss,


    lightly shaking the red wine, his words were very frivolous.


    Another man had already reached out and touched her head, smiling evilly, “Miss, it''s no fun to get


    drunk alone, we will keep youpany, and you will be happy."


    "Go away, don''t touch me."


    She wanted to remove the hand from her head, but she had no strength to lift it, and her head was


    even dizzy, but she was not yet so drunk that she was unconscious. She knew those men were not


    kind, so she had regret that she should not havee to this ce to get drunk.


    But it''s toote now, she''s not even capable of normal behaviour!


    "Miss, we are the best at drinking with women to relieve boredom,e on, drink this first." A man


    grabbed her hair, lifted her head and passed the ss of wine in his hand to Belle''s mouth.


    "No." She was so dizzy, she shook her head and Mombled.


    But then anotherrge hand reached over and mped her jaw, the pain hit her and she immediately


    opened her mouth wide, and the spicy alcohol had been poured into her stomach.


    At this, Belle waspletely drunk.


    Her stomach felt like a volcano erupting, her eyes were full of ck stars, everything was shaking, and


    she copsed limply at the table, unable to lift her head any longer.


    "Haha. She''s already drunk as hell, let''s take her for some fun." The men were trying to get Belle into


    the box.


    "Boss, let that chick get raped by those men? What a pity." The man beside Billmented.


    The scars on Bill''s face twisted, an inexplicable smile floating at the corners of his mouth as he spoke


    indifferently, "What''s the hurry? She won’t die."


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    As soon as the words left his mouth, the door of the nightclub was kicked open with a bang and a cold


    breeze ran in.


    A slender man, casually dressed, with a steady, sharp gaze, came in, his face covered in anxiety and


    restlessness.


    As soon as Calvin entered the nightclub, the imposing aura and noble aura he exuded from his body


    immediately attracted the eyes of many young girls, causing them to scream out, "So handsome!"


    "Handsome,e and y." They gathered around, each scrambling to be the first to call out, their


    faces full of obsession.


    In such a ce, sincerity and decency are thest thing needed, and the ultimate goal of all the men


    and women whoe in is to have fun and spend money for pleasure. As Calvin showed up, he


    attracted all the eyes of women, whose spirit lit up.


    Calvin''s sullen gaze swept around and he expressionlessly pushed away the women surrounding him


    and walked towards the bar.


    His face was all ck and the light in his eyes was discreet!


    A few men were about to pick up Belle and walk towards a private room.


    Belle was delirious, her cheeks red, her hair covering her face.


    Damn it, the clothes on her chest had been ripped off by two buttons, although the inside could not be


    seen, it was even more attractive. A man would want to pull off the clothes on her chest to see inside.


    Calvin''s face was sullen.


    Anger burst out of his eyes.


    And the damned pairs of dirty hands were even wrapped around her shoulders, and one man had his


    arms around her feet, with an evil light in his eyes.


    With a bang, Calvin picked up a wine ss from the wine cab and threw it at the back of a man''s


    head.


    The ss hit that man’s head and then scattered on the ground. In pain, the man realised he had been


    attacked and felt the blood on his hand, and howled out, "Who the hell dared to hit me?"


    Calvin coldly smiled, picked up another wine ss on the table, put it in his mouth and blew on it, and


    smashed it towards the hand that was holding Belle''s shoulder. Instantly, there was a miserable


    scream, and blood burst out from the man''s hand like a gush.


    "There''s been a fight." Men and women screamed in all sorts of ways, all rushing towards.


    Calvin picked up the tea cups on the wine table, two in one hand, about to shoot out, but the men were


    immediately scared, screaming wildly, “Security, there are people here tomit murder."


    "Coward." Calvin sneered, the wine cups in his hands spun in circles, emitting a piercing arcane light.


    His nimble fingers flipping up and down, he was at ease, soon the four cups shot out towards the men


    who were fleeing, soon blood flowed down from the foreheads of the four men, the bar was shaken by


    their screams.


    Calvin pped his hands and walked towards Belle who had fallen to the ground, crouched down and


    took her into his arms.


    Several strong security guards quickly rushed over.


    One of the security came forward and soon saw Calvin, his face was stunned and he froze for a


    moment. When he understood what was going on, he immediately had a humble attitude and was full


    of smiles, "Mr. Harvey, you are here."


    Calvin''s stern eyes gazed at Belle who had passed out drunkenly in his arms, and he spoke morosely,


    "Get your manager Benedicte to see me."