Windsor Myres and Victor Williams entered the club. They walked inside and familiarly reached the private room. "Young Master Williams is here." Amidst the noisy music, someone stood up with a smile to greet them, then their gaze fell upon her. Windsor Myres smiled flirtatiously, exuding charm. Beside her, Victor Williams tightened his arm around her slender waist, clearly pleased, leaned closer, and whispered in her ear, "Just keep Brother company for a couple of hours." "A gentleman’s word." "Can never be taken back!" After their whispered conversation, Victor Williams led her to the large sofa in the center. The others sat scattered around, forming a group of admirers. The Williams Family is one of the six major affluent families, but in this generation, the members are few. Among the young wealthy men, known are only Victor Williams and his cousin Patrick Williams. The current Family Head, Jett Williams, who is their uncle, was admitted to the hospital with an illness just last week and it was just revealed. Patrick is studying abroad, so naturally, only the one present can take over. Everyone understood this well and flattered him without reservation. Someone raised their glass with a smile, "Come, let’s toast to Young Master Williams. Once he takes over the Williams Family, such opportunities will be scarce." "Indeed, raise them high." Jokes and banter arose, bringing the wine glasses in front of Victor Williams. Victor Williams wrapped his long arm around Windsor Myres, with the wine glass just at her mouth. He lowered his head slightly to look at her and smiled with curled lips. Windsor Myres also smiled, drinking the half glass of wine in one go. "No wonder she is Young Master Williams’ companion." A few men cheered enthusiastically, their glances subtly sweeping over Windsor Myres. She wore a tight-fitting skirt, adorned with a deep blue coat over it. Her face was captivatingly beautiful, every glance exuded allure. She’s a perfect enchantress. Very likely to captivate. Holding her, Victor Williams felt a stir of interest. He was used to living a flirtatious lifestyle, knowing Windsor Myres for a while, they got along well and ended up together. Didn’t last long before they naturally grew tired and parted ways. Suddenly seeing her again now, was it simply habitual attraction, or something more? Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩 Thinking this way, he couldn’t help but glance at Windsor Myres again. He sensitively noticed— Windsor Myres’ makeup was much lighter today than usual, giving an impression of an obedient girl. Victor Williams squeezed her waist, lifted his chin, and said, "Fetch a drink." Windsor Myres smiled, brought the glass to his lips, preparing to feed him in the same manner he had fed her previously. Victor Williams turned slightly to look at her, his gaze fell on her lips. Windsor Myres was taken aback. "Feed with your mouth, remember how we used to play?" Victor Williams stated matter-of-factly. "Brother Williams, I..." Victor Williams leaned back on the sofa, watching her with a silent smile. Windsor Myres held the glass, looked at him for a moment, then drank half of it herself.