Eranthe stared straight ahead and only then noticed there was a woman sitting in Dylan's lap. Dylan's hand was slipping under her skirt.
It was the first time she had seen Dylan like this. Before this, he always acted like a gentleman in front of her.
As Dylan spoke, the atmosphere in the private room was instantly ignited.
Someone intentionally stirred the pot, using a vulgar tone, "What's the matter? Didn't serve Mr. Miller well at night? Forget it, the little beauty doesn't understand, why not come over and apologize to Mr. Miller?"
All kinds of eyes fell on Eranthe, and none of them were friendly.
She knew tonight was a setup, but the current situation was far from optimistic.
Dylan had just pushed the woman off him, tapped the marble countertop in front of him, and said, "What, are you scared? Come over and drink all this alcohol. I'll give you a chance to kneel and apologize."
If it was still within the realm of teasing before, now it had turned into an insult.
Some men couldn't bear to watch his insulting a lady and spoke up for Eranthe.
"Alright, Dylan,since you're a man, maintain a bit of gentlemanly demeanor, okay? Don't make things too unpleasant."
This seemed to anger Dylan.
"It seems her appearance is quite deceiving. What do you think she's worth!" Dylan sneered.
Upon hearing Dylan's words, everyone realized that he intended to trouble this woman today.
Ultimately, in the business world, no one would turn against a friend for a woman.
Dylan didn't like to hear that, which could only mean trouble for this unfortunate beauty.
The lively atmosphere in the private room came to a halt, and even the music stopped. All eyes were on Eranthe.
After a moment of stiffness, Eranthe noticed that there were now security guards guarding the door. No wonder she could easily enter earlier. But it was difficult for her to leave.
These bodyguards deliberately let her in. Dylan set a trap, instructing the bodyguards to guard the entrance and limit her options.
With no other choice, she had to accept the situation.
Once she figured it out, she walked directly towards Dylan.
In that short distance, she managed to display a myriad of expressions.
Even Dylan couldn't help but admit that he had invested the most effort in Eranthe.
Yet, it was also this woman who had cuckolded him in such a shameful way. If he didn't retaliate, what was the point of staying in Assyria City?
"Mr. Miller." It was clearly a lazy tone with a touch of coldness, but when it came out of her mouth, it turned into a weapon to tease men.
Dylan couldn't help but feel a burning rage every time he thought of her acting like a sacred and untouchable saint in front of him while getting all flirty with Colin.
He wished he could strip her right there in public and show everyone how he conquered her like animals.
Eranthe curled her lips, "If I drink all these drinks, will you give me a way out at work?"
Dylan pushed his tongue against the soft flesh of his cheek, "Drink first, then we'll talk."
Immediately, there was a chorus of cheers in the private room, "Drink, drink, drink!!"
The female attendants, being tactful, approached as some men lit up cigarettes, offering assistance.
Eranthe looked at the row of various liquids in the neatly arranged glasses, tugged at the corner of her lips, then picked up the sobering glass.
Everyone watched her, and no one stopped Dylan, probably wanting to see how this woman would fight back like a cornered beast.
Eranthe poured all the contents of the glass into the sobering glass. "Let's drink it one by one. What do you think, Mr. Miller?"
Dylan showed a mocking expression, curious about what this woman was up to.
"Dylan, that's enough. Drinking like this can be deadly," someone advised.
They were out for fun, not to take lives.
Dylan, in his current excitement, didn't pay attention to this advice. "If you're scared, you can leave."
Tonight, he was determined to torment Eranthe and then present her with a unique gift.
Eranthe stood up, smiled at the man who spoke up for her earlier, and then stood in front of Dylan.
Her eyes, like smoke and mist, looked both pure and alluring at this moment.
Dylan, genuinely attracted to her, lost his arrogant demeanor when he saw her yielding.
"Are you shameless? Huh? Do you think that by getting close to Colin, he'll stand up for you? With his status, would he care about you?Don't be silly. I've been so good to you, and you dare to cuckold me?"
Eranthe maintained her smile and calmly said, "Yes, you've been very good to me."
Then her expression changed abruptly. She grabbed Dylan's collar and splashed the sobering glass at him.
This scene unfolded too suddenly.
The bouncers at the door reacted too late, and Dylan had already received a slap from Eranthe.
"Get lost, you bastard! You were cheating on me first and still having the nerve to accuse me? Do you think I have a good temper? I've given you face, and you don't appreciate it."
The two pairs of footsteps just reached the outside of the door.
The lively commotion behind the door was clearly audible, and the transparent glass window on the door reflected a vivid martial arts scene.
Unable to resist, Frank grinned, while the man beside him, with cold eyes hidden behind his glasses, showed no emotion.
The scolding inside the room intensified.
"What's wrong with cuckolding you? I had a fantastic night with Mr. Rodriguez. He made me ecstatic and keep me climaxing along night long. How about you? Can you? What are you without your daddy, Eric Miller?"
Upon hearing the voices from inside, Frank raised an eyebrow involuntarily, his lips curled with suspicion, his gaze, becoming peculiar, changed direction and he raised his hand, ready to push the door.