Chapter 503
Then, with a nonchalant stretch, he gulped down the last of his coffee, slammed the mug on the table, and declared, “Well, Ms. Webster, you’d better keep that backdoor open for me. If things go south, I’m coming back to crash with you.”
“Uncle!” Off to the side, Ike, who was sipping on his hot chocolate, gave him a reproachful look, pouting, “Don’t you have work today?”
Gregory’s face softened momentarily before shooting Ike a sharp glance, “Little brat, tired of me already?”
Ike huffed, “When you’re here, Jane’s all yours!”
And with that, Gregory was effectively chased out.
After seeing Gregory into the elevator, the little tyke clambered up to me, planting a wet kiss on my cheek, “Jane, who do you love more, me or Uncle?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “I love you, of course,
But I love your uncle more. I thought.
The night was serene, and the top–tier RiverCity Club basked in its tranquility amidst a bustling neighborhood. Membership was exclusive, and a card could set you back a sum in the six figures.
This hefty price tag was just for entry rights; everything else was on the tab. And forget about transferring or cancelling your membership.
This policy alone drew a stark line between the classes, leaving the average Joe to only dream from the outside.
Around a corridor bend, Alaric eyed the woman dressed as one of the club’s waitresses, nodding in approval yet double–checking, “You remember what you’re here for, right?”
“I do.”
Her small face was calm, yet there was a chill in her demeanor, “To stay by Mr. Ferguson’s
side.”
In other words, to become Mr. Ferguson’s woman.
Alaric chuckled, “Good. You’ve got tonight. Pull it off, and I’ll cover your mom’s medical bills. Or, if Mr. Ferguson takes a liking, you’ll want for nothing. But fail, and well, you know the stakes.”
The woman’s hands trembled slightly by her side, aware she had no other choice, “I’m going in.”
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Chapter 503
Growing up in a single–parent home, her mom was all she had, battling heart disease without the funds for treatment.
As her mom’s condition worsened, desperation turned her days to tears, grow on trees. Alaric approached her during these dire times.
but
money didn’t
Her mission was to seduce the man rumored to shake RiverCity with a mere stomp of his
foot…
Initially, she refused, clinging to her morals and doubting her allure to a man of such caliber, surrounded by beauties. Her looks weren’t stunning, lacking the capital to seduce. Yet Alaric seemed confident, urging her to just go for it.
Holding a tray, she knocked and entered the dimly lit private room Alaric had specified.
Unlike the other rooms, this one was subdued. Without seeing faces, she could tell which one was Bryant Mr. Ferguson.
His mere presence, so commanding and sharp, made it clear he was no ordinary rich kid. Steven frowned, barely acknowledging her, “Just leave the drinks and go.”
“Okay.”
The moment she spoke, Steven paused, sharply turning to her.
And so did Bryant, silent until now.
The lights suddenly brightened!
As Bryant’s gaze fixed on her, a shadow passed through his eyes, yet he didn’t look away as if trying to see through her.
There was scrutiny and curiosity, edged with danger.
Forcing herself to remain composed, when she nearly couldn’t, Bryant let out a cold laugh, asking, “What’s your name?”
“Nadine White.”