Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Crystal hated the naked, lustful eyes as if they wanted to eat her.

"You've got them interested." He raised his lips with satisfaction. "My woman is really attractive."

"Why do you bring me to a place like this?"

"Just wait for the show..."

Right away, someone asked Eric for an offer.

"Excuse me, our young master is very interested in the beauty around you. Would you like to sell it?"

"No."

"Our young master bid ten million."

"Ten million?" Crystal coldly cursed, "Get out of here."

That was all she was worth?

Eric laughed. "Don't get angry," he said. "The rules are like this. If you don't want to, you can refuse."

"He was just asking you, not asking for my advice!"

"Because you're so beautiful, they think you're a sale."

The so-called sale was the meaning of the bet.

If you lost the bet, you would lose the money, and if you won, you could take what you want at home.

"Crystal!" Nancy waved excitedly and saw Crystal from a distance. She was so dazzling. Paul coldly pulled Nancy's hand down.

"Hey, don't call out in public."

Crystal's eyes lit up when she saw Nancy, too, and she hurried over.

"You're finally ready to let your stupid girl out for a walk." Eric joked at Paul.

"This dress is so silly." Seeing her belt tied around her neck, Eric laughed again. "Paul, why don't you tie her bells? So that's more awesome."

Paul touched his chin as if considering the offer.

Ignoring the two men, Nancy took Crystal's hand. "I miss you so much, Crystal."

She was an emotional person, and immediately her eyes filled with tears, and she began to wipe them away.

Crystal whispered reassuringly. "What's wrong? Rat bullied you these days, didn't he?"

"Crystal, don't gossip every time you catch me." Paul barked. "Why do you cry in public? Watch your manners, Nancy!"

"Watch your horrible attitude. What kind of man are you, being cruel to women?" Crystal stared coldly.

"Exactly." Someone backed her up, and Nancy pulled herself together at once.

Paul raised his fist. "Tell me if you want a spanking."

"Crystal, he spanked me. My butt is swollen," Nancy complained. "I just had a bumpy ride, and it was killing me."

Paul snorted coldly. "You deserve it! You need to get a taste of butt pain."

He was bitten on the ass by a crocodile, fidgeting, more serious than her.

Crystal gave Paul a cold look. "Shame on you, Mr. Rat. "

Nancy leaned over and said, "Well, I punished Mr. Rat, too."

Crystal raised her eyebrows. "Huh?"

"I have so much to tell you. Let's talk over there."

She could amuse Crystal by telling her all about Paul slapping himself, calling himself Rat, and jumping into the lake.

"Nancy!"

Paul grabbed Nancy by the arm with one of his big hands and grabbed her back to him.

Paul found that he hated Crystal more and more because Nancy's endearment to Crystal made him very unhappy!

"Stay by my side, and don't wander off anywhere."

"Just let girls whisper around. Shall we talk?" Eric stood like a breeze in noisy casinos.

"No." Paul's squinting eyes hit Crystal in the face like lightning.

He hated the way Nancy made out to Crystal.

Eric smiled faintly. "I've seen people jealous. Why are you doing this because of Crystal?"

Paul raised his eyebrows unhappily. "Eric, is this the party you mentioned? I've never been interested in gambling."

"My friend just opened this new boat. I'll take you to see it. This is no ordinary betting boat. Trust me, and you'll be interested."

Crystal asked the waiter for tissues and then leaned over to wipe Nancy's eyes. "Wipe your tears."

Paul reached out and scratched Nancy's face.

He snatched up his paper from Crystal and wiped his hand.

"Stupid woman, you stained my hands!"

Nancy was glad she was not wearing makeup. Otherwise, Paul's smear campaign turned her face into a mess.

Crystal asked the waiter for two glasses of juice and handed Nancy one.

"Are you thirsty, Nancy?"

Paul lifted a glass of champagne directly from the buffet table beside him. "Drink this!" he said.

"But I like to drink the juice."

"It's not up to you." Paul forced it on her.

These two cute couples attracted a lot of attention.

What's more, many people knew Eric and kept saying hello to him.

Besides, someone seemed to recognize Paul and Nancy.

The people who came here were all of the upper class, so naturally, they were not curious about what they saw or heard.

They wouldn't gossip around them. Nancy insisted on walking with Crystal, and Paul insisted on going with her. So the four became side by side. The road was not wide.

Eric was very popular and soon stopped by someone coming over.

A row of four went into a row of three.

As they crossed the lane, Paul was pushed to the edge.

"Can't you guys walk properly? What do you do by walking in a row?" He yelled angrily.

Nancy looked at him strangely. "I didn't ask you to walk with me."

"You stupid woman!" He realized he shouldn't bring her here.

"Can't you just walk behind? The road is not wide, and you are so big that you block it!"

Paul raised his eyebrows coldly. How could he be so sick of his two best friends?

He didn't want Nancy to stick Crystal.

It was true that Nancy relied too much on Crystal. How could Paul, a stalwart guy, understand girls' sticky friendship?

"Crystal, let me tell you something." Nancy leaned in Crystal's ear again.

Crystal listened to her and then gave Paul a look of slight surprise. "Really? How could he do that?"

Nancy whispered something again and started laughing.

"Are you exaggerating it? Would he box his ears?" Crystal could not help laughing too.

"Hush, hush. Don't let him hear you. He'll be upset."

"Well, then, what else did he do?"

"Oh my, there is a ton of his stupid behaviors. He's been so cute and silly these days."

Women had an endless supply of whispers.

Nancy could not help laughing as she spoke, and Crystal's eyes drifted unconsciously toward Paul.

As they spoke, the three of them walked down a two-person aisle. There were gambling tables on both sides, and Paul's clothes were scratched in the corner of the table and almost ripped off.

He had endured to the limit.

"Have you finished speaking ill of me?"