My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

"Luke Chase, don't take it too far!" Macy said coldly." Do you think we're blind? We can see that you're targeting Lyra. She is already stripped down to her camisole. What else do you want from her?" Luke shrugged with a confused expression. "I won, so she should strip. How am I taking it too far? You can strip on her behalf if you want!"

The club was warm enough, so Macy did not wear much other than a long halter dress.

As such, she could not embarrass herself to help Lyra.

"Let's call it a day. It's late." Julien walked over and put his coat over Lyra.

Before Luke could speak, Julien said calmly, "I'll tell the finance department to remit three million to your company account tomorrow morning. Flint Corporation will also withdraw from Snowfall's acquisition. I'll have someone assist your company in acquiring Snowfall."

Luke had already seen Lyra humiliated, and with Julien's concession, he naturally knew when to stop.

"When Sydney was ten and played cards with her dad, not even her dad could win against her, much less me." Luke put out the cigarette in the ashtray and slowly got up. "You might have won those few rounds against her, but you should think again whether you really won or if she just didn't want to compete with you."

When he passed by Julien, he glanced at Julien and snorted. "She really doesn't want you anymore.

Otherwise, not even ten Lyras can win against her."

At those words, Julien remembered Sydney's calm appearance when removing the tattoo, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

That woman knew how to play.

Sydney and Sharon ate some snacks in the private room and sang a few songs before Luke came in.

Sharon quickly went over and asked him what had happened. When she learned that Lyra lost until she almost had to strip naked, she felt incredibly satisfied. "If not for President Flint, she'd probably have to walk out of the club butt naked today!"

"Exactly!" Luke huffed. "A tooth for a tooth. I'll pay her back in double for bullying my darling!"

"Thank you." Sydney smiled and clinked glasses with him.

Luke also did not ask why Sydney let Lyra and the others bully her in the room. Instead, he reached out, swept her into his arms, and said teasingly, "We've slept in the same bed for so long. There's no need for thanks!" "Woah!" Sharon looked at them with wide eyes."

Seriously?" "Of course..."

"I'm going to slap you if you stain my reputation!" Sydney kicked him hard and explained to Sharon," When we were young, and his parents weren't at home, he would always come to my place to eat and sleep. He didn't even pay a single penny. Don't you think he's horrible?"

Sharon immediately looked disgusted. "Oh, I didn't know Luke was that shameless."

As they bantered, they did not realize that the small wiretap taped on the bottom of the table recorded their conversation perfectly.

Soon, Luke's circle of friends came one after another, and the room was filled with cheer and liveliness.

Sydney did not like bustling places, and since she was not in a good mood, she just sat in the corner drinking wine. She only joined in when she saw Luke and the others having fun while playing drinking games.

Even though she lost the game, she lost happily and downed glass after glass of red and white wine.

She felt like fainting after just a few rounds.

"I'm going out for some air. You guys can continue playing." Sydney could not stand it any longer, so she informed Luke and then walked out of the room.

She originally wanted to blow in the breeze on the balcony, but she drank too much and felt even sicker when the cold wind blew past.

Pursing her lips, she hurried to the washroom.

Her stomach felt much better after puking. After that, she splashed cold water on her face and raised her head to look at herself in the mirror.

She looked miserable and pitiful.

Hopefully, today would be the last time she got drunk.

Sydney walked out of the washroom and headed toward the balcony, where a waiter happened to pass by her with a tray.

Seeing Sydney's red cheeks and how she still seemed to be drunk, he handed the mineral water on the tray to her. "Miss, you'll feel better if you drink some water." "Thank you." Sydney took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a few sips.

As she was caught off guard, a turbid breath breathed in her ear. "Hey, lady. You have a good figure. Name your price."

"Let go of me!" Sydney said coldly, trying to crush his hand.

However, she had just thrown up and did not have much strength. Her head was also feeling dizzy, so the man easily picked her up and dragged her towards the elevator. "Don't worry. I have money. You can have as much as you want." The man chuckled.

For some reason, Sydney felt her body go uncontrollably soft. She bit the tip of her tongue to stay conscious and viciously stomped her high heels on the man's leather shoes. When the man finally let go, she took the opportunity to stumble away while holding onto the wall for support.

However, the man chased after her just as she ran away and yanked her hair, a little annoyed. "I told you that I'll pay you. You should've listened when I asked nicely..."

At that moment, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed the man's wrist.

"Argh!" The man felt like his wrist was about to snap and screamed in pain. "Who the f*ck are you?! How dare you touch me?!"

The man cussed, but he immediately whimpered when he turned back and saw a pair of cold and sullen eyes.

"P-President Flint..."

"Yes." Julien saw a few long strands of hair on the man's hand. His eyes grew darker, and with another squeeze of his hand, the man fell.

He said faintly, "Pray tell, what does President White want with my ex-wife?"

President White did not dare to cry out in pain.

Enduring the cold sweat on his forehead, he bent over to apologize to Julien. "I'm sorry, President Flint. I was mistaken and thought that she was working in the club. I didn't know she was your ex-wife." Julien let go, called a waiter, and ordered, "President White is drunk. Arrange a car to take him back."

Seeing that Julien had let him go, President White was just about to sigh in relief when he heard Julien say, "President White has bad eyesight. Make an appointment with an ophthalmologist for him at the hospital and tell the doctor to give him a thorough examination."

President White was speechless.

After President White left with the waiter, Julien glanced at Sydney, who was still slumped against the wall. Her hair was messy, and she could not even stand up straight. She must have drank a lot of wine.

Julien still remembered Luke's words earlier.

He took a big stride forward and tugged on her arm to pull her up.

"Sydney Raines, what are you thinking?" He used a lot of force to hold her thin and weak arm, and his voice was devoid of warmth. "You know how to play cards, but you lost on purpose?"

Sydney's condition was off. Her head was dizzy, and she had to lean against the wall.

When a man pulled her up, her body pitched forward and fell into his arms.

The man's cool fragrance made her want to rub against his chest. Even her throat had gone dry.

She forced herself to stand up and looked up to see a blurry face. She could only see a pair of cold and deep eyes staring at her and a pair of thin lips.

Was he saying something?

"Hey, you." Sydney tugged on the man's tie and forced him to lower his head. Their breaths intertwined. "Are you seducing me?"