CHAPTER 600: CHAPTER 600: YOU MAY NOT MIND THE FILTH, BUT I DO

The playboy gave a model beside Howard Yeats a wink.

The model, Chantel, immediately curled her red lips, swaying her hips, hooking onto Howard Yeats’ arm, pressing her chest against him, and rubbing against Howard Yeats: "Howard, my name is Chantel, Howard loves drinking so much, let me feed you, okay?"

Howard Yeats frowned.

Before Howard Yeats could respond, the playboy started cheering.

"Sure, of course, go ahead and feed him."

"Feed him with your mouth, wine from a beauty’s lips is the most aromatic."

"Great idea, feed him with your mouth."

The model was secretly delighted to hear this. She had been there for almost an hour, and Howard Yeats ignored her. Even when she tried to flirt, Howard Yeats remained indifferent, which left her disheartened, thinking there would be no reward tonight. Unexpectedly... the surprise was still to come.

As long as she took advantage of the cheering, successfully feeding the wine from her mouth to Howard Yeats’, Howard Yeats would definitely keep her around this night. Being with someone as influential in the entertainment industry as Howard Yeats, would mean endless resources in the future, right?

The more she thought, the more excited she got.

Chantel picked up the liquor, pouring it into Howard Yeats’ glass, taking a sip, puckering her red lips, with eyes filled with allure, she leaned in to Howard Yeats with her red lips.

The playboys watched with relish, with some swallowing hard. Among all the models tonight, Chantel was the most beautiful and had the hottest figure. How many men could resist being fed wine this way?

Chantel pressed her red lips to Howard Yeats, and before she could transfer the wine, Howard Yeats forcefully pushed her away.

The wine from Chantel’s mouth sprayed out, leaving her very embarrassed.

The playboys were somewhat surprised, seeing the look of disdain on Howard Yeats’ face.

They didn’t know what to say. Such a beautiful woman and Howard still wasn’t interested?

"Howard, why did you push me away?" Chantel looked at Howard Yeats, unwilling and wronged, picking up the wine glass, wanting to try again.

"Get lost."

Howard Yeats raised his hand, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if stained with something disgusting.

Chantel was scared by Howard Yeats’ voice, and the wine glass in her hand fell to the ground, with a slap, the wine splashed onto Howard Yeats’ pant leg.

Chantel was terrified: "Howard, I didn’t mean it."

She knelt down, reaching out to wipe Howard Yeats’ pant leg.

Howard Yeats was extremely irritated, kicking Chantel, and she fell back directly. Something astonishing happened, her chest... deformed...

The playboys twitched their mouths.

Damn, it’s fake!

"Get out, get out."

Chantel’s face turned pale, tears streaming from the pain, not daring to take a deep breath, she ran out in horror.

"Howard, don’t be angry, we didn’t know she was fake, if we knew, we would’ve kicked her away long ago." The playboy thought that Howard Yeats’ rejection was because of this. After all, Howard Yeats had seen numerous beauties and had handled quite a few. With or without surgery, one touch and he’d know.

The playboy then loudly called for the nightclub manager, who came in uniform, the playboy shouted: "Go find the prettiest girl here to keep Howard company, she should be all-natural, Howard doesn’t like fake stuff, got it?"

The manager nodded and bowed, the guests in this booth were very prestigious, not to mention just the playboy speaking, he couldn’t afford to offend them, let alone Howard Yeats. He quickly responded with a smile: "Young Master Quinn, got it, I’ll bring someone in ten minutes."

"Not for me, for Howard."

"Right, right, for Howard, look at my dumb mouth." The manager laughed and gave himself a slap, looking at Howard Yeats with a pleasing gaze.

"No need, I’m tired."

Howard Yeats’ expression was indifferent, having lost all interest, he stood up, ready to leave.

The playboys and the manager were stunned.

"Howard, you rarely call us out to play, it’s only been half an hour and you’re leaving? Don’t go! Stay a little longer!" Young Master Quinn pleaded, for him, men bond over "mischief", Howard Yeats in Ravenswood was at the top of the pyramid, who wouldn’t want to get close to him?

"Yeah! Howard, if you don’t like singing, we can play dice games!"

"Yeah, dice games are fun, I’ve heard Howard is a dice master, let us witness it tonight, will you?"

The playboys tried hard to persuade Howard Yeats.

Suddenly, a woman’s voice came through.

"What are you playing? Don’t lead my brother astray."

A woman stepped into the booth in high heels, wearing a black sequin one-shoulder dress, her figure alluring and her gaze sharp. She glared at the playboys fiercely.

The playboys didn’t take offense, for the lady in front of them was Howard Yeats’ sister... Jade Yeats.

Who would dare offend her?

"Ha... Miss Jade, why are you here?" The playboy felt a bit guilty.

"Why am I here?" Jade Yeats sneered with sarcasm: "If you didn’t lure my brother to this kind of dump, would I have come?"

The playboy awkwardly smiled, not daring to respond.

"Don’t make a scene, Jade, go back." Howard Yeats frowned, Jade disliked such places, and in his memory, Jade had never set foot in any nightlife venue. Even when she knew he was fooling around outside, she would just call and tell him not to fool around.

"Come back with me, brother." Jade Yeats walked to Howard Yeats’ side, originally intending to wrap her arm around his, but smelling the women’s perfume on him, she frowned, muttering: "No wonder Ivy won’t have kids with you, with such a messy private life, aren’t you afraid of contracting something?"

"What did you say?" Howard Yeats seemed to hear the words "Ivy Linden".

"Brother, what’s so good about these places? Those women are only available if you have money; don’t you find it dirty? If you don’t, I do. If you come to such places again, I’ll disown you as my brother."

Jade Yeats was very angry. She had spared no effort to save the child her brother intended to terminate, successfully placing it in Ivy Linden’s belly, so couldn’t her brother make a little effort? Stop messing around?

Jade had asked Ivy why she wouldn’t have a child with her brother, Ivy took all the blame upon herself, but Jade didn’t agree. She knew what kind of person her brother was.

Surely Howard Yeats couldn’t change his habit of fooling around with women outside, which is why Ivy Linden wouldn’t want to have kids with him.

Though Howard Yeats was her brother, she was also a woman. If she encountered such a man, she wouldn’t want to have children with him either.

The women who were called out had all flushed in shame, being called dirty by Jade, they were fuming, but no one dared to retort. She was of noble lineage and they couldn’t afford to offend her.

The playboys didn’t dare make a sound, probably only Jade dare speak to Howard Yeats like this in this world!

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