Chapter 425

The woman glanced cautiously at Ethan Roscente.

Ethan gave a slight nod.

She immediately turned and left the private dining room.

The girl in red received Ethan's hint.

Her slender fingers plucked a grape from the fruit platter.

She swayed her slender waist like a water snake and slowly sat beside Liam Sullivan.

Ethan saw that Liam did not push her away immediately.

He understood at once.

Liam still preferred women like Vivian Bennett.

Just as the grape from the girl's fingertips was about to touch Liam's thin lips.

He abruptly swatted her hand away.

His deep eyes held icy disgust.

"Do you not want your hand anymore?"

The girl in red trembled under his gaze.

She fled the private dining room in panic.

After both girls had left.

Liam looked coldly at Ethan.

"How utterly boring!"

"Liam, we just wanted to test your preferences."

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Liam growled at Ethan, kicking out at him.

His head was spinning badly.

He picked up his cigarettes and lighter, standing to go outside.

After Liam left.

Ethan looked at Oliver Winston.

"He didn't like either of them?"

Oliver shrugged.

"Based on his reaction, he was slightly more tolerant of the girl in red. I'll call Vivian now and tell her to come quickly. Otherwise, Liam will have a difficult night."

Vivian had just finished her shower and plugged in her phone to charge.

The moment it powered on, an unfamiliar local number called.

She answered with confusion.

Oliver Winston's voice came through the phone.

"Vivian, Liam drank most of a bottle of aphrodisiac wine. If you don't want him to find someone else, you should come yourself."

Vivian wasn't surprised that Oliver had her number.

Given his status, getting a number was effortless.

She just hadn't expected him to make this call.

"He drank most of a bottle of aphrodisiac wine?" Vivian was shocked.

That bottle was clearly prepared by Oliver for himself.

Ever since he had tasted sweetness with Sophia Miller.

Oliver had been wanting her.

But Sophia rarely got drunk, and recently she had been avoiding him.

Occasionally they met, but she hurried away, unwilling to even look at him.

She seemed to genuinely dislike him.

Oliver never forced women.

If she hated him, why should he persist?

Strangely, after being with her, he lost interest in all other women.

"XX Club." Oliver gave the address and hung up.

Liam left the private dining room and leaned against the corridor wall.

He held a cigarette between his thin lips, lowering his head to light it.

A deep blue flame leaped up, and pale smoke drifted from his lips and nose.

His cold and stern profile flickered in the faint light like a meticulously carved deity, handsome and noble.

After finishing his cigarette, he was about to return to the private dining room.

The door of the room diagonally across suddenly opened.

A woman with disheveled hair ran out in panic.

"Mr. Chamberlain, how dare you drug me? Do you know who I am?"