Chapter 801 Violet Went to the Nightclub to Party
Brady was livid.
He was stuck at home, taking care of the kids, while his wife was out partying at a nightclub. What beauty treatment? It was all lies!
The more Brady thought about it, the angrier he got. His jealousy was off the charts.
His wife was stunning, turning heads wherever she went. He knew this, especially after she had their baby. Instead of losing her figure, she looked even more youthful and attractive.
It made him incredibly jealous.
Brady stared at the photo for a few moments before quickly deleting it, not wanting to fuel his anger further.
He picked up his well-fed baby daughter and went to find Hellen.
Hellen was watching TV with Henry and Nicole when Brady came over with the baby. "Hey Hellen, I need to step out for a bit. Can you watch the baby for me?"
"She just had her milk, so she shouldn't be hungry."
Hellen carefully took the baby from his arms. "Why is everyone going out today? Oh, and make sure to remind Violet not to go out too often. She needs to rest for a few more days."
Violet had already gone out earlier.
Hellen wanted to talk to her about it. She had just given birth not long ago; how could she go out partying so soon? What if she caught a cold?
Even though the weather was warming up, it was still windy at night.
"Sure, I'll remind her. I don't want her going out too often either," Brady said, preferring his wife to stay home.
Otherwise, he'd have to go to the nightclub to drag her back.
"Alright, Brady, be safe," Hellen said, always careful not to pry into his business. He was the company president, after all, and surely very busy.
Brady nodded. "I know. I'll be back soon."
"Okay, come back early," Hellen said, holding the baby and seeing him to the door.
"Got it." Brady suppressed his anger and jealousy, forcing a smile for Hellen.
Once outside, Brady glanced at the night sky. Instead of having the driver take him to the nightclub, he went to the garage, got into a Hummer, started the engine, and sped off.
Meanwhile, inside the bustling nightclub, Violet leaned against the railing, watching the crowd dance below. A man, clearly attracted to her, started chatting her up. "Hey there, beautiful. Here alone?"
He knew that women who made it to the VIP section were either wealthy or had powerful men backing them.
He wasn't sure which category she fell into.
If it were the latter, he wouldn't dare to flirt too much.
"No, I'm here with a friend," Violet said, glancing at the sleazy, greasy rich kid. She pointed to Emily, who was sitting in a booth, scrolling through her phone.
She wanted him to leave.
"Oh, so you're here with another beauty? You two must be bored alone. Why not join us for some fun?" The sleazy man smiled, swirling his drink to show off his supposed sophistication.
Violet ignored him and started to head towards Emily. She knew what he was trying to do.
She wasn't interested.
Seeing her walk away, the greasy rich kid quickly followed, grinning. "Hey, don't go! Join us, it'll be more fun. We'll even cover your drinks."
As soon as he said that, Emily, who had been sitting in the booth, looked up. The man was not only ugly but also greasy.
He was skinny, with an oily face and a middle-part hairstyle that looked like it had been plastered with gel.
He was more outdated than her dad. Emily sneered internally before laughing out loud. "Sure, you're going to cover our tab?"
"Of course! As long as you hang out with us, we'll pay," the greasy rich kid said confidently, thinking they wouldn't order the most expensive drinks.
Emily, seeing his arrogance, immediately handed him the bill. "Well, take a look. This is just our warm-up. Go ahead and settle it, okay?"
The rich kid picked up the bill, and his eyes widened. He blurted out, "Fuck!"
These two women were something else. Just the fruit wine alone costs tens of thousands of dollars.
What a waste! He felt a bit disdainful but then thought, if he could hook up with these two beauties, what were a few tens of thousands?
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