BookToReadChapter 220 The girl in the short skirt rushed to his side, patting him urgently.
"Mr. Oakley! Mr. Oakley!" "It's bad-Mr. Oakley's nose and mouth are both foaming!" Everyone present was either a company president or a wealthy heir, all on Jonathan's level or even higher. No one really cared what happened to him. Especially since this was a punishment ordered by the 'prince' himself.
A little alcohol poisoning was nothing-if Jonathan died, Victor would cover it up anyway.
Someone said impatiently, "Just have someone carry him to the hospital, and you go with him to take care of it. Simple as that." As soon as the commotion died down, the next round of the gbegan. Cards were dealt out across the table once more.
Isadora watched as Jonathan was carried off, realizing there was no reason for her and Wendy to stay any longer. She leaned over and whispered to Wendy, "Let's slip out as soon as this round is over." Wendy nodded. "Yeah. Good idea." But before they could make a move, the man in the loud floral shirt-Mr. Flynn- called out Isadora's nand pointed at her placard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIsadora's eyes flickered. She slowly peeled back the corner of her card.
Wendy, peeking over her shoulder, sucked in a breath. Isadora's card was even lower than hers-her luck tonight was abysmal.
Donnelly Flynn grinned mischievously. "Flip your card over, let's see it." When Isadora revealed her hand, Donnelly crowed, "I win!" Isadora's body stiffened.
A second later, Donnelly declared, "Alright, gorgeous, tfor a little punishment. Pick any man here and sit on his lap." Boom.
Isadora's mind went blank-she hadn't expected a punishment like this.
She had no idea what to do. Instinctively, she glanced at Victor.
He sat there, completely detached, showing not the slightest intention of helping her out.
Wendy whispered, "Isadora, I think you'd better just pick someone. Otherwise, you might end up like Mr. Oakley... These guys aren't to be messed with." A sly gleam flickered in Donnelly's eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart. Why not choose me? I wouldn't mind at all." Wendy rolled her eyes. Honestly, the guy was practically drooling. If Isadora sat on his lap, he'd probably grope her shamelessly.
Left with no good options, Isadora hesitated. Between being manhandled by a disgusting stranger and choosing a devil she at least knew, she steeled herself and pointed to the man sitting at the head of the sofa-Victor.
An astonished murmur rippled through the crowd.
"She's something else—look at her, going straight for the prince himself."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDonnelly wasn't about to let his prize Gon't you know get away so easily. "Don't you know our prince has a thing about cleanliness? Who do you think you are, picking him?" He turned to Victor with a sly smile. "Your Highness, if you mind, I'll take her off your hands." Wendy fumed. These men made all the rules, and here on their turf, she and Isadora had no choice but to play along.
Victor's lips curled into a cold smirk.
"I'm not an invalid. I don't need m anyone substituting for me. But if you Want to know know what that feels like, Donnelly, maybe you should try it yourself." His words were soft, but there was a razor edge to them. The chill in his tone made Donnelly pale and instantly back down.
Across the table, Doris shot Isadora a look full of veiled jealousy. This girl was bolder than she looked But, from what Doris could tell, Victor radiated an icy, untouchable aura-most women wouldn't dare get close. Isadora, eager to get this over with, stood up and walked toward Victor, intending to sit for just a moment and be done with it.
As she squeezed through the narrow aisle, someone suddenly stuck out a foot-
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