Chapter 105 A Severe Beating
Remy washed his face in the bathroom and thought that Isla's friends were not reputable people. Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to go back soon.
Just as he was thinking, he heard the voices of several girls washing their hands and talking outside.
"I really don't understand how the son of the richest man in Danford could be interested in a duckling like Isla?"
"I don't understand either! Which one of us girls isn't better than her?"
"She was raised by a cleaner since childhood and exudes a poor and vulgar vibe!"
"Clearly, she wears luxurious clothes and expensive jewelry, but she still can't hide her poor manner."
"I find it ridiculous that she wears so much jewelry that clearly doesn't match, just to show off in front of us."
"So shallow!"
Remy was about to go out and warn them not to speak recklessly when he heard one of the girls say, "That's just because she's lucky, who let her have a billionaire father? How are we like her? Even if we are good girls, no one cares!"
"I don't think Remy knows that Isla and Kai used to date," another girl said.
"They not only dated, but also kissed!"
"I don't think Kai is innocent. There'll be a good show later."
Remy's feet seemed to be glued to the ground, unable to move, until they walked away, he stood still in the same spot.
Isla used to go out with that thug? And they kissed??
Didn't Isla say before that he was her first love?
He still remembered when he kissed her not long ago, her kissing style was a bit awkward, saying it was her first time...
Were they all lies she told him?
Meanwhile, in another private room.
Portman begged with clasped hands, "Ladies, please spare me, this is worth tens of millions... If this continues, I'll have to be rushed to the hospital for treatment."
"Look at you, making such a fuss just for opening two bottles of wine?" Clare Fischer said as she opened the wine opener and opened another bottle.
Portman lamented, "Ladies, this is a limited edition whiskey worth ten million dollars... Clare, don't you care either?"
"What? Is our friendship not worth this ten million?" Clare Fischer raised her eyebrows and questioned.
"Yeah," Abella nodded in agreement.
"Worth? it's so worth it..." Portman felt like crying. "It's not about the money, I'm mainly worried that you won't be able to wake up tomorrow!"
"Let's enjoy the present and get drunk, right, Abella?" Clare Fischer took a sip of wine. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you."
"You're right, this wine is great! It's limited edition, but it's a pity that it's too strong for Abella to drink," Abella curled her lips.
"Alright, let's go," she said.
If they didn't leave soon, Portman would really have a heart attack.
"You guys go ahead," Clare Fischer stood up and said, "I'll go to the restroom real quick. Portman, you can bring my car out."
"Yes, ma'am."
The smell of alcohol in the private room was a bit strong. Abella walked out and saw Portman handing her a card.
She was a bit confused.
"It's the tab I owed you."
Abella remembered that Portman had asked her for a lot of medicine before because some of his family members were sick.
She slightly smiled, "No need, I'm giving it to you as a gift, consider it as payment for the drinks."
After all, those medicines were readily available, but Portman's wine was limited edition.
"That's not okay, how can a man like me take advantage of you? Besides, although I'm a bit heartbroken that you guys finished my bottles of wine tonight, I'm happy to treat you both!" Portman tucked the card into her hand and playfully ruffled her hair.
Remy, who was not far away, saw this and his anger soared. He couldn't hold back anymore.
"Abella!!" Abella and Portman lifted their eyes simultaneously and saw Remy angrily walking towards them. The way he gritted his teeth and spoke made it seem like he was the legitimate boyfriend.
"So this is who's paying for you?" Remy glanced at Portman and had to admit, he did look handsome, cool, and wealthy. No wonder Abella was attracted to him.
But the more he thought about it, the more he was resentful. "Do you have no shame to do this in public?"
"What did you say?" Portman immediately grabbed Remy's collar. "Say it again! What did you just call her?"
"Before you, she has given many others blow jobs!"
"You motherf***er!" Portman punched Remy directly.
Meanwhile, a server was carrying several bottles of fine wine to deliver to customers. Due to the collision with Remy, all the bottles fell and shattered.
The loud noise alarmed many people.
Someone opened the door of the private room. "Isla, your fiancé got beaten up! Come and see!"
"What??" Isla came out in a hurry and saw a seemingly careless playboy lifting Remy up from the ground and beating him up. He warned him word by word, "I'm protecting Abella. If I hear you say a bad word about her again, you won't see the sun tomorrow!"
Remy took another punch and was thrown by Portman into the broken glass fragments on the floor.
Many classmates saw this and were astonished. What is this situation? Isn't Remy the son of the richest man in Danford? Why was he getting beaten up?”
Isla hurriedly stepped forward to support Remy, who had numerous shards of glass stuck in his arm, and couldn't help but raise her angry gaze. "Sir, did my Remy offend or provoke you? You have the audacity to lay your hands on someone, is there no rule of law left?"
"Here, I am the rule of law!" Portman looked down on them from his superior position and said, "Don't agree? Then sue me!" Because the club had just opened, no one knew that he was the owner of the club, but upon hearing his words, they vaguely felt that he had a strong backing, especially with his flamboyant and brazen aura, as well as his expensive clothes... "What happened, what happened?" Clare Fischer finished using the restroom and came out of the private room, somewhat surprised to see this scene.
Isla cast her gaze onto the girl behind Portman and gritted her teeth, "Sister, don't you have anything to say? Remy is looking out for you, afraid that you'll go astray. He kindly tries to steer you back onto the right path, but what about you? You persist in your delusion. Don't you feel the slightest twinge of guilt seeing Remy get hurt for you?" Abella couldn't be bothered with them and said to the people next to her, "Let's go."
"Hold on!" Isla couldn't bear to lose face in front of all their classmates. She helped Remy up and loudly said, "Do you dare to tell everyone how many older men you've served?" The classmates behind them were all astonished. What's going on? This girl, who looks so beautiful, is actually kept by older men? And it sounds like she's kept by many older men?? What a shame!! "Which of your eyes saw me being kept?" Abella raised her eyebrows, her indifferent aura making her seem like a haughty queen. "What, do you dare to do but not admit it? How many luxury cars have you been in? And accompanying older men to hotels, is it true or not?!" Abella was perplexed.
Accompanying older men to hotels?? She suddenly remembered, the most recent time was indeed when she accompanied her grandfather to a hotel, but it was to pick up Grandma Wilson's birthday present... Thinking of this, Grandma Wilson's birthday is coming up soon. What should she prepare?
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