Chapter 72
Isabe was shocked and speechless as she stared at Natasha.
They had always been open about everything, but Natasha had never
mentioned being pregnant.
“How is that possible? I see you every week…” Isabe tried toprehend.
Natasha lit a cigarette and remarked casually, “I aborted the child on Monday
and was back at the store to work on Friday.”
Isabe’s heart skipped a beat. She clenched the clothes in her hands tightly.
“Dariel… he.
“He’s a b*stard.” Natasha took a deep drag from her cigarette. She was still
smiling, but her tone was icy. “But he’s a b*stard who keeps his promises.”
Abort the child, and you’ll get 100 million.
The coldness of those words made Isabe shiver when she thought about it,
let alone what Natasha had to face firsthand.
“That’s enough. Don’t be sad.” Natasha helped fix Isabe’s hair before patting
her shoulder. “I don’t feel anything anymore. Now, I’m only interested in
money.”
Isabe shrugged, and her expression was calm as she changed the subject
quickly. “Are there handsome guys here?”
“Yes!” Natasha clicked her tongue twice before leaning in and hooking her
arm around Isabe’s shoulder. “The second young master of Cliffgate
Construction has a striking appearance, but when he gets on stage and
starts to move his waist… it’s just incredible!”
“I’ll wear a maskter and try to flirt with him.” Isabeughed.
“Hurry! Otherwise, he will soon be snatched up.” Natasha pped, and she
seemed unaffected by the previous conversation as she swayed slightly with
a hint of allure.
Isabe didn’t reveal her emotions, as Natasha didn’t seem to want to talk
about it. Instead, she focused on choosing clothes, fixing her hair, and
repeatedly checking her makeup.
After a few more exchanges, the atmosphere returned to normal.
Natasha embraced her as they left, and they were talking through their
masks.
“Except for not getting intimate with others, you can do whatever you want to
do here today. Don’t hold back.”
“Those whoe to your ce aren’t here to avoid getting intimate with
others.” Isabe chuckled.
Natashaughed and yfully tapped Isabe’s butt. “Whatever. Just hold
onto yourself. If you can’t, don’t suppress your nature.”
Humans were primal.
Isabe smiled and descended the stairs with Natasha. They encountered
two young men on their way down. She could tell that both men were quite
handsome even though half of their face was covered.
They exchanged greetings, and the men kissed their hands. Both sides
looked presentable before entering the dance floor together.
Isabe was a good dancer and was even proficient in pole dancing.
Coincidentally, her injured foot didn’t hinder her much in pole dancing since it
involved less contact with the ground.
She paid no mind to others while dancing joyfully for herself. She was in high
spirits and even grabbed the spot of the pole dance performer on stage:
She forgot about being ashamed while wearing a mask and effortlessly
executed daring moves.
The cheers nearly lifted the roof. A group of men surrounded the dance floor,
and their eyes were gleaming through their masks, almost wishing to devour
Isabe.
She looked stunning. With half her face covered, it emphasized her
captivating red lips and her outfit entuated her figure. Her moves were
fiery yet mysterious, and they left the onlookers enraptured.
During the performance, some men attempted to join the dance but couldn’t
keep up and ended up retreating in embarrassment.
The crowd cheered, and the entire atmosphere was under Isabe’s control.
She licked her lips, and this action was projected onto the screens in a
close-up shot. Her lips and tongue captivated the men below.
She was drenched in sweat from her dancing and felt thirsty midway, so she
headed to the bar for a drink.
The onlookers made way for her as if she were the center of the universe.
The bartender served her cautiously. “A drink with a lower alcohol content?”
“Just a little.” Isabe nodded.
The bartender was aware of her rtionship with Natasha, so he used
minimal brandy and mostly fruit juice in her drink.
However, perhaps due to the atmosphere, Isabe felt a bit flushed, and her
emotions began to fluctuate after a few sses.
Someone came to offer her a drink, and she downed it in the heat of the
moment.
Once she started, others followed suit and toasted her one after another.
Isabe ignored them. Those who were daring wanted to approach her, but
before they could, a bodyguard came and escorted them away.
Her mysterious aura and impressive background stimted the men’s desire
for conquest. Several affluent young men attempted to strike up
conversations.
Isabe merely touched her ss symbolically and was even unwilling to
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drink.
She stared at the bartender’s array of colorful liquids and suddenly got
interested.
“Can you teach me how to mix drinks?”
The bartenderplied and invited her inside the bar counter.
Stepping inside the bar counter meant entering a safe zone where outsiders
couldn’t reach her.
However, those who were clever immediately sat in front of her.
“Give me a drink.”
Isabe, who was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, squinted her
eyes. She felt her excitement rising.
“Wait a moment,” she blurted out.
So, when she looked down and saw the array of bottles and jars, she felt
clueless. Luckily, the bartender was clever. He guided her step by step and
discreetly indicated which drinks were the strongest.
She intentionally yed a trick by stealthily adding the strongest liquor into it,
then covered it up with various fruit juices.
Upon seeing that she was alert, the bartender stepped aside.
“Here’s your drink.”
”
Isabe ced the first ss on the counter, and the man who had been
staring at her shifted his gaze reluctantly.
He nced at the drink and took it in without a second thought.
Isabe raised an eyebrow while silently counting down in her mind.