CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25 ARE YOU STILL A MAN?

Chloe Simpson raised her hand to rub her eyes, thinking she had drunk too much and was seeing things.

Unexpectedly, when she opened her eyes again, she still saw Alexander Johnson.

"What? You said you wanted to cut all ties with me, yet here you are secretly following me to Nightfall."

Alexander Johnson grabbed her hand and pinned her against the bathroom wall, his gaze lingering over her with a playful expression.

She followed him?

"Young Mister Johnson, you misunderstood. I am just here for a party."

Chloe was stunned, not expecting this kind of reaction from Alexander.

She reached out to push him away, but he showed no intention of letting her go.

"Do you think I would believe this excuse? Remember that every time you get entangled with me, you start like this, but during those times, you can never hold back."

He pressed his leg against hers, giving her no chance to resist.

Leaning close to her ear, he casually murmured with a hint of a smile, "Do you know? I really dislike your way of saying one thing and meaning another. Or do you always think this approach of playing hard to get would entice me more?"

The warmth in her ear, the dim lighting, mixed with the noisy clamor inside Nightfall.

Somehow, Chloe suddenly had a reaction.

A wave of emptiness washed over her!

"Alexander Johnson, let me go."

She saw Alexander was about to make a move and urgently stopped him.

"Let go? Chloe, if I can let go of meat that’s already at my mouth, would I still be a man?"

Alexander’s expression was indifferent, yet his words were extremely provocative.

"Young Mister Johnson, please respect yourself. If you insist on forcing yourself in this public setting, it won’t look good if anything happens."

Maybe it was because she drank tonight, Chloe was not as calm as she usually was, and she couldn’t suppress the anger in her heart, suddenly exploding.

After speaking, she pushed Alexander away and fled back to the private room.

"!"

Alexander watched Chloe’s hasty retreat, stood there stunned, not reacting for a while.

The memory of that same forceful, sharp gaze flashed in his mind.

"I’m telling you all, I’ve already called the police; the cops will come to rescue us soon, none of you can escape!"

"Sir, everyone in the private room is waiting for you."

Not until Jack Woods came over did Alexander finally turn and head to the private room.

As he walked back, he instructed Jack, "Chloe came to Nightfall, go find out why."

"Yes, and about what Mrs. Dyer’s people asked..."

Jack nodded, recalled Gabriella Dyer’s request, and asked further.

Alexander furrowed his brows, "Just let them keep following."

Ten minutes later, Jack found out everything.

"Sir, Lucas Hughes invited his group of cronies and ordered a lot of alcohol, they drank quite a bit. But he also made Miss Simpson drink a lot, not sure what he was up to."

Back at the private room, Jack whispered the report into Alexander’s ear.

On Chloe’s side, Lucas had also progressed to the final step of his plan.

This time, to enhance the effect, Lucas increased the dosage of Flibanserin.

The drinks of both Chloe and Harry King had been spiked.

After a round, Harry Mason and his wife, Mia Yates, as well as Noah Woods and his girlfriend, Ava Brooks, had already left.

The private room only had Harry King, Chloe, and Lucas remaining.

Harry lay on the sofa, feeling a burning heat all over, irritably tugging at his tie.

"Harry, I’m taking Chloe away first. Oh, and I ordered a Nightfall lady for you, she’s in the private room’s lounge, have fun!"

Seeing the situation, Lucas walked over and whispered to Harry King.

As for Chloe, her body was already unbearably hot.

"Chloe, I’ll take you inside to rest."

After speaking with Harry, Lucas walked over and helped Chloe into the lounge.

Then he left the private room, waiting to see when Harry would enter the lounge.

He was confident in handling what he had researched himself.

By now, the dosage of Flibanserin was enough to leave Harry and Chloe in a dreamy haze, unable to distinguish one person from another.

Only their desires were infinitely magnified.

Neither would know who the other person was.

He just waited for Harry to enter, to step to the lounge door, and to fully experience that intense pleasure.

A best friend and a wife, this powerful double stimulation.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil, his heart itch.

Who knows, maybe it could even cure him in one go.

When Alexander arrived, Lucas was standing at the lounge door, peeking inside stealthily.

In the lounge, Chloe had already pulled her clothes off, and Harry’s hand had already reached onto her body.

Alexander kicked the door open with a bang.

"Al... Alexander!" Lucas’s face turned pale in an instant.

He never imagined that Alexander would coincidentally be at Nightfall.

He didn’t even spare Lucas, the despicable dog, a glance, heading straight to the lounge.

Seeing Harry and Chloe unconscious and entangled together.

Bloodshot eyes, Alexander walked over, picked Chloe up, and walked out.

Passing by Lucas, he ordered Jack directly, "Destroy him!"

Jack was startled, fully understanding what Alexander meant by "destroy him."

"Sir, we can’t cause a death, otherwise it would be hard to explain to the Old Master."

Looking at the trembling Lucas kneeling on the ground, he stepped forward and whispered a reminder.

"Then beat him until his own father won’t recognize him!"

Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice carrying an unprecedented chill.