CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: WHAT ARE YOU DOING

The beautiful pure silver cup spun on the ground, spilling the transparent liquid all over.

Landon Lawson frowned as he looked at Vera Yates, who pursed her lips, appearing somewhat flustered. "This is a tonic wine specifically meant for women. It’s not good for men to drink it."

She reached out a small hand to gently wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, unsure if she could deceive Landon Lawson.

However, beneath the panic, there was even more anger. When did Landon ever block a drink for Sienna? Why had everything changed, why had everyone changed?

The man’s eyes narrowed, looking somewhat meaningful.

Sienna Quinn, on the other hand, curled up the corners of her mouth; it seemed there was indeed something wrong with that drink. Vera Yates really hadn’t disappointed her, as malicious as ever.

Five minutes later.

Vera Yates’s body started to feel hot, her exposed skin gradually turning pink, a flush rising on her little face.

The breath within her was a bit restless, her throat dry, her lips parched.

Her gaze towards Landon Lawson turned somewhat dazed.

She leaned towards the man proactively, resting her little face on Landon Lawson’s shoulder, rubbing it over and over. Her small hand roamed boldly and freely over the man’s body, like fire approaching a clear spring, wantonly taking.

Landon Lawson’s brows furrowed tightly, his face dark as he watched Vera Yates, who had lost her rationality.

This unusual scene attracted the attention of everyone present.

Danielle Carter’s chopsticks clattered onto the table, her mouth agape as she dumbfoundedly watched everything unfold.

"What’s... what’s happening here?"

Sienna, hearing the commotion, looked at the abnormal Vera Yates, her face full of mockery as she watched the drama.

Axel Yates awkwardly coughed twice, "Ahem, President Lawson, I think everyone is almost at their limit. If we keep drinking, we’ll all be drunk. Why don’t we call it a night?"

Landon Lawson’s face looked grim, holding the arm of Vera Yates, who had long lost her senses, her soft body as if wanting to hang on him.

"Stephen, hug me," she murmured with pouting lips, her voice syrupy, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

As she spoke, she began pulling at her strapless dress, her glowing white skin on the verge of being exposed.

The surrounding men stared intently at Vera Yates.

The goddess image in everyone’s hearts was utterly destroyed at this moment.

"Vera Yates! What are you doing!"

Quick-eyed and quick-handed, Landon Lawson swiftly grabbed the woman’s hand. Given their relationship, how could he just watch her make a fool of herself in public? He quickly draped his coat over her body.

"Stephen, I want it," she pleaded.

Sienna burst into laughter; the description "trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice" perfectly fit Vera Yates.

"So, President Lawson likes to spice things up. Even more so than someone like me who frequents nightlife; it seems we’re birds of a feather," Felix Orwell observed, intrigued by Landon Lawson.

This scrutiny made Landon Lawson feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. When had he ever been so embarrassed in front of Sienna?

Landon Lawson carried Vera Yates out, and as soon as he opened the door to the private room, the click of cameras and flashlights greeted them both.

"Stephen, it’s so hot," she remarked.

In front of everyone, Vera Yates began undressing, uncontrollable despite the efforts of several people trying to stop her.

In the public eye, her behavior was utterly indecent.

Landon Lawson’s face had never been so dark.

He turned his head, looking at the expressionless Sienna, pursing his thin lips, his eyes narrowing slightly.

They locked eyes, neither willing to back down.

The petite figure stood amidst the crowd, her gaze fixed directly on the man standing under the light.

The chiseled face, exquisite features, and indifference between his brows were all so familiar.

Chubby little hands tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, forcibly suppressing the inner excitement.

The secrets that Mommy had been hiding seemed about to be revealed at this moment.

The small figure hid behind the crowd, watching the chaos inside yet frowning. Why was there another woman by that man’s side? Could it be he abandoned Mommy and found someone else?