Riley Sutton took out the room card and swiped it to open the door. The door was pushed open, and Julian Rathborne strode in, but he only stood at the entrance without going further. However, from where he stood, he could clearly see everything in the room. Inside the room, Seraphina Linden was holding a wine glass, playing a drinking game with two guys. Her drinking tolerance wasn’t great, and she was already a bit tipsy. "Come on, let’s play another round." Seraphina Linden was unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to play again, but luck wasn’t on her side tonight, and she lost again. "No, I can’t drink anymore. How about this, you can ask a question, and I’ll answer." A flush of red appeared on Seraphina Linden’s dazzling face, and her voice was gentle and silky. One guy asked, "How many boyfriends have you had?" Seraphina Linden, drunk, wavered a little. She thought for a moment in a daze and then held out her fingers, "One, two, three, four... N, oh, too many, I can’t count them all." Riley Sutton, standing outside the door, twitched at his temple, cautiously glancing at Mr. Rathborne’s face. Julian Rathborne’s face was so dark it seemed like water could drip from it. Actually, he was also quite curious about that question. After him, did she have any other men? Now he got the answer. Yes, and there were N. Julian Rathborne’s thin, cold lips curved slightly, a sinister smile like a cat catching a mouse. The three people inside the room were completely unaware. The two guys looked at Seraphina Linden, who was slightly inebriated, truly enchanting. One of them jokingly asked, "Of all these boyfriends, who do you like the least?" "Of course, it’s... it’s that man called Julian Rathborne, yeah, him!" Seraphina Linden muttered, "I really don’t like him, no, I hate him, and I hate him very much, what’s so great about him, isn’t he just a little better-looking, a bit better-built, a bit wealthier?" "Seraphina!" Just then, someone burst in, Isabelle Willow had arrived. Isabelle Willow had been listening to the commotion from the adjacent room. Hearing that someone might demolish the club, she had just opened the door to see the corridor lined with bodyguards in black, while Julian Rathborne stood in the room, exuding an aura like a death god from hell. Isabelle Willow raised her hand to her forehead, Seraphina, you’ve been caught red-handed, take care of yourself. "Mr. Rathborne, Seraphina is drunk, please take the trouble to send her home, I’ll be leaving first." Isabelle Willow smiled gracefully and turned to leave. An awakened Seraphina Linden, ... "Yara, why are you leaving, don’t go..." Seeing Isabelle Willow leaving, Seraphina Linden stood up and dashed to chase after her. Because she was drunk, her steps were a bit unsteady, and without watching her path, she suddenly hit a wall with a "thump". Ouch, her forehead really hurt. Seraphina Linden rubbed her forehead and looked up with dazed eyes, seeing Julian Rathborne’s handsome, sharp features magnified in her vision. She had just bumped into him, and the man’s broad chest felt as hard as a wall. "Whoa, you are... are..." Seraphina Linden felt the man looked familiar, pointing a finger at him. On the side, Riley Sutton secretly broke into a sweat, relieved that Miss Linden was still somewhat lucid and recognized the sir. Miss Linden, quickly admit your mistake! Chapters first released on nοvelfire.net Drunkenly, Seraphina Linden looked at the tall, long-legged, god-like handsome man in front of her and slurred, "Are you... the new gigolo? Wow, that physique, that face, tut-tut, you’re the star attraction, right, a premium gigolo?" Miss Linden, you should be mindful, you’re doomed! "Too outrageous, that madam didn’t even bring you over!" Saying this, Seraphina Linden playfully blinked her lashes, her small finger hooking Julian Rathborne’s firm jaw, "Heh heh, you’re not that madam’s private property, right? Otherwise, why wouldn’t that madam bring you over?" Julian Rathborne’s expression didn’t change; it was the first time in his life he was mistaken for a premium gigolo and even someone’s ’private property.’ His well-defined hand suddenly clenched into a fist, making a chilling "crack" sound. But soon he curved his thin lips, "What, want me to serve you tonight?" His voice sounded so good, deep and magnetic... so familiar... Like she’d heard it somewhere! Seraphina Linden sharply inhaled, her clean black-and-white pupils dilating in shock as she looked at the man in front of her, "You... you..." He’s Julian Rathborne! The drunkenness left Seraphina Linden almost entirely, Julian Rathborne had actually found her. Good, she recognized him now. Julian Rathborne strode forward, approaching her step by step, unleashing his cold and stern aura completely, his thin lips curving into a mocking arc, "I heard tonight there’s a rich woman here who doesn’t lack money, asking for the best gigolo here. Why not book me tonight, I’ll surely serve you well to your satisfaction." He approached her, and Seraphina Linden shrank back in fear, unsure why, but she felt a deep-seated dread of this man. He stared deeply at her, his phoenix-like eyes resembling two dangerous whirlpools, ready to swallow her. Just then, her knees hit the bed edge, and Seraphina Linden fell back onto the soft, large bed. Her vision darkened, and his hands were braced beside her, his noble and refined figure towering over her. His handsome face was so close, yet even at such close range, he was flawlessly perfect. A charmer he was, Seraphina Linden felt herself being seduced. She swallowed, her hands quickly pushing against his broad chest, "Are you saying... you want to serve me tonight?" The man’s deep voice was too soft, soft enough to melt one’s bones, but Seraphina Linden inexplicably shivered, feeling disaster was imminent. The way he got her into trouble with the authorities and demanded 10.1 billion all flashed vividly before her eyes. "Emmm..." Seraphina Linden’s mind raced, "But I heard you’re expensive, I ran out of money." Seraphina Linden turned out her pockets, finding them empty. "Heh," Julian Rathborne let out a chilling laugh from his throat, "What, did those two gigolos empty your wallet?" "I want to go to the bathroom!" Seraphina Linden pleaded, looking at him. "Of course it’s true, I can’t hold it any longer!" Seraphina Linden shoved him away, dashing out of the room. There was a bathroom in the room, but she didn’t go there, she ran out instead, she was escaping! Julian Rathborne leisurely curved his thin lips. Seraphina Linden ran out of the room, sprinting hard, scared Julian Rathborne might catch up from behind. But as she ran, she encountered a pitfall, because the corridor was lined with bodyguards in black, all neatly in two rows, stretching to the end. "Miss Linden, the boss invites you to return."