Second Chance At Love

Chapter 76

Sophia tilted her head, her eyes welling up despite her best efforts. Anyone with half a brain knew a husband wouldn’t drag his wife atong for business entertainment. Yet, here she was, at her husband’s damn nightclub, “volunteering” this time. But the last time? That was a whole other story.

inded over to some creep named George, abandoned without a second glance. Jason clearly saw her getting manhandled, but didn’t bat an eye. If Luna and Oliver hadn’t intervened… well, she might not be here today. How could she forgive that kind of betrayal? That kind of humiliation? He deserved to rot. She wouldn’t rest until he did.

“There’s no need to doubt me. Jason asked me to come here. You’ve probably heard about what happened in the private room a few days ago. My husband sent me to Mr. George’s bed.”

The manager felt like he’d swallowed a live grenade. Mr. Wilson’s orders had kept the incident under wraps Rumors of George roughing up his wife, sure, but nothing concrete. Did the boss really send his own wife to another man? Despicable didn’t even begin to cover it. “Why in the world would he do that? You’re his wife! Won’t he be mortified if you’re seen like this?”

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humorless smile twisted Sophia’s lips. “We’re getting a divorce, just not public yet. Don’t worry about me. I’m here on my own terms. Take me to Jason’s private room. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The manager shook his head, the urge to call Jason and chew him out a struggle. Instead, he bowed deeply. “Madam. Miss Sophia, please forgive me.”

Sophia just shook her head, her dark eyes reflecting a quiet storm.

Top Floor, Private Room.

A bunch of pot–bellied men sprawled on the couch, trading stories. Partners of the Wilson Group, including Greg Harvey, who’d flown in all the way from Clumond City. Jason was eyeing international expansion, and Greg had connections with the Watson Group ter the George fiasco, their collaboration had hit a snag. Enter Greg, Jason’s attempt at a backdoor deal through him.

“Let me tell you, Greg,” one of them said, “Lust is the hottest club in Cester City. Gorgeous women, all legs and smooth skin. Mr. Wilson considers you an honored guest, so tonight, the pick of the litter is yours.”

“Yeah, beauties that’ll melt your stress away with a single touch,” chimed in another.

Greg, a chubby man perpetually under his wife’s thumb back home, practically vibrated with excitement. Cester City, his chance to let loose. “Looks like you two have been enjoying yourselves here, huh?”

The door was pushed open.

The manager entered, addressing the group. “Gentlemen, Mr. Wilson wants you well taken care of. Anything you need, just ask.” Greg’s eyes darted towards the alluring figures visible from the doorway. His heart pounded. But there was a flicker of something in the manager’s gaze that suggested the woman outside wasn’t thrilled about this. High society lady forced to be a nightclub escort? Talk about awkward. The manager, however, didn’t have the power to defy Jason

“Knowing your tastes,” the manager continued, “I’ve handpicked some lovely ladies for you. Take a look, see if anyone catches your fancy.” He gestured for the women outside to enter.

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o executives on the couch nearly choked on their drinks. Sophia? Jason’s wife? What the hell was she doing here, as an escort?

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Greg, oblivious to the shock on the faces next to him, was completely engrossed by the women. His eyes scanned their figures, finally landing on Sophia. Her beauty and curves left him speechless. He rubbed his hands together and practically lunged towards her.