Hurley entered the adjacent empty private room. In addition to entertainment, there was a place for bathing and relaxation in cach room of the multifunctional club.
Hurley’s body felt like ants were gnawing at it, and he was gasping heavily, extremely uncomfortable. Dangerous light flickered in his eyes, like a wild beast in heat, ready to devour anything in its path.
After finishing dinner on this side. Mr. Jordan seemed not to have had enough and suggested going to sing karaoke.
The private rooms in the club were spacious, and besides singing, you could also play cards and table tennis.
Mr. Jordan was singing energetically, and he had his arms around the waists of two beautiful girls arranged by the Walton Company, touching them indiscriminately.
Although the two girls seemed afraid, they didn’t resist and allowed Mr. Jordan to act familiar with them.
Sophie couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She walked over, pulled the two girls out of Mr. Jordan’s embrace, and stood protectively in front of them.
“Since Mr. Jordan is in such a good mood, how about we sign the contract now?”
“No need to rush, come sit over here,” Mr. Jordan said, pulling Sophie to the nearby sofa.
He sat down beside Sophie, nonchalantly raising his hand, which seemed to rest casually on the sofa but was actually placed on Sophie’s shoulder.
His eyes were fixed on Sophie’s chest, and saliva nearly dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“In the past, Matilda handled all the negotiations. She came with full sincerity. I wonder if Miss Hades has any sincerity on her side,” Mr. Jordan said with a sly smile, making his intentions clear.
“The collaboration model remains the same as before. Does Mr. Jordan have any other requests?” Sophie responded.
“Hasn’t Miss Hades ever done anything like this?” Mr. Jordan asked as his hand moved up Sophie’s thigh.
Sophie squinted, and her eyes revealed an unfriendly gleam.
When Mr. Jordan reached for her, she immediately grabbed his wrist. “So, Mr. Jordan, is this how you conducted business with Matilda before?”
Mr. Jordan felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Why was this woman so strong?
“Well, it’s the same for everyone. It’s just that Matilda is very proud. She only allowed touching but not tasting. However, the women she arranged for me were to my liking. Of course, they don’t compare to Miss Hades, who is even more to my liking.”
Sophie’s expression grew even colder. “Mr. Jordan, watch your language!”
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The Broken Bride’s Perfect Pem: 100 Cards That Traced the End of Us
Chapter 16
“Is my language not clean enough? Why don’t you taste and find out, ah…“.
Mr. Jordan hadn’t finished his sentence when he let out a scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered, startling everyone singing nearby.
Sophie single–handedly broke Mr. Jordan’s wrist, causing him to grimace in pain.
“Sophie, you dare treat me like this? You’ll see how I will deal with you!”
1 originally wanted to be lenient, but you brought this upon yourself! You Walton people were just sent to accompany me, right? You’ve probably been with so many people, don’t act all high and mighty. You’ll find out how formidable I am in a moment!”
Mr. Jordan’s words were particularly vulgar, and Sophie raised her other hand and slapped him!
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Mr. Jordan’s appearance, he had no combat ability at all.
He held his cheek, completely bewildered, and looked at Sophie in disbelief.
“You dare to hit me, something even Matilda wouldn’t do!”
Sophie replied, “I’m hitting people like you, who abuse their status and have mistreated so many girls. People like you don’t deserve to exist in this world.”
“So what? They all did it willingly. Do you know how much money I give them? It’s more than they could earn in a lifetime!”
