Chapter 499 Aphrodisiac
Owen raised his hand and lightly patted Alfie on the cheek. "Alfie, I'm giving you a chance to make things right. Go find Ms. Reed and bring her here."
He returned to the booth, crossing one leg over the other, tapping the coffee table with his toe, and smiled menacingly. "Alfie, you better hurry. My patience is running thin."
Alfie nodded frantically and immediately pulled out his phone. "Get Sherry over here! Now! A guest specifically asked for her!"
Soon, Sherry arrived at the private room.
Following Matthew's advice, she toned down her makeup and wore a longer dress tonight. Her lightly made-up face was stunning, and the fitted white dress gave her an almost ethereal look.
In the dimly lit room, everyone stared wide-eyed at the beautiful young woman who seemed to have descended from the heavens.
When did she start working at the bar? How had they never noticed such a beautiful girl before?
Owen sat up straight, placing his feet firmly on the ground. He unconsciously swallowed.
Alfie looked at him, grinning obsequiously. "Mr. Miller, Sherry is here. Can I go now?"
Owen waved him off. "Get out of here. You're not needed anymore."
As Alfie passed Sherry, he whispered harshly, "Make sure you take good care of Mr. Miller tonight, or I'll dock your pay."
Sherry replied expressionlessly, "Okay."
Owen scooted over and patted the seat next to him, smiling. "Come on, beautiful, sit next to me."
Sherry obediently walked over and sat down.
Owen handed her a drink, holding his own glass. He clinked their glasses together, the sound crisp and clear.
"Ms. Reed, have a drink with me," Owen said with a smile.
Sherry didn't speak, just nodded slightly. She brought the glass to her lips, hesitated, and took a small sip.
Owen's face showed displeasure.
Sherry rested her hand on her leg, still holding the glass.
Owen placed his hand over hers, bringing the glass to her lips. "Ms. Reed, you barely took a sip. The drink's still full."
Sherry lowered her head and said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Miller. I don't really drink."
The room erupted in laughter.
Owen laughed too. "Ms. Reed, are you kidding? You work at a bar. Aren't you here to drink with the guests?"
He leaned closer to her face and whispered, "Ms. Reed, if you're not here to drink, are you here to sleep with the guests?"
Sherry's grip on the glass tightened, her fingers turning pale. She forced herself to stay calm, finally making up her mind. She raised the glass and downed the entire drink.
Owen clapped in satisfaction. "Impressive, Ms. Reed!"
He poured her another drink. "Let's take our time with this one and chat a bit."
Sherry wasn't used to drinking. After the full glass, she felt dizzy, her cheeks flushed, and her hands trembled. She thought she might be drunk after just one glass.
Following Owen's suggestion, she sipped the second drink slowly.
At some point, everyone else quietly left the room.
Owen draped his arm over the back of Sherry's seat, his leg pressing against hers.
Sherry instinctively moved away.
Owen moved closer, closing the gap.
Sherry stood up nervously, placing her glass on the coffee table. "Mr. Miller, I'm feeling a bit uneasy. Can I use the restroom?"
Owen looked at his soon-to-be conquest.
Sherry's eyes were innocent and clear, showing no suspicion.
Owen hadn't expected Sherry to be such a naive girl.
A sudden wave of tenderness washed over him, and he nodded. "Sure, go ahead. Hurry back. I'll be waiting."
Sherry nodded in thanks and slowly walked out. At the door, she turned and gave Owen a meaningful look.
Owen saw reluctance in her eyes. He smirked, confident that tonight was in the bag.
As soon as Sherry closed the door, she ran.
She had noticed Matthew being helped into room 666 earlier.
Without hesitation, she rushed upstairs.
She thought, 'I have to find Matthew. Only he can save me!'
She realized something was wrong with the drink. Though she rarely drank, she knew this reaction wasn't normal.
Her lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, burning away her reason.
She reached room 666 and pounded on the door. "Matthew! Open up! Matthew, hurry!"
Matthew, asleep on the bed, woke up cursing. He got up and opened the door. "Who the hell is it? Disturbing my sleep!"
As soon as he opened the door, Sherry burst in.
Matthew didn't even get a good look at her. He closed the door, rubbed his forehead, and said, "Who are you? What are you doing in my room? I don't care who you are, get out! I need to sleep. My head is killing me. How much did I drink tonight?"
He threw the covers back and flopped onto the bed, ignoring the young woman who had just barged in.
Back in the private room, Owen had unbuttoned his shirt, pacing impatiently.
He waited and waited, but Sherry didn't return.
Furious, he grabbed a bottle and smashed it on the floor. Glass shards flew everywhere.
He called Alfie, yelling, "Find Sherry! I don't care if you have to turn the bar upside down! I need her tonight!"
Alfie, wide-eyed with fear, stammered, "Mr. Miller, I brought Sherry to you. Did she run off?"
Owen, humiliated and angry, shouted, "She said she was going to the restroom. It's been half an hour! Don't tell me she got lost or fell in the toilet! Check the security cameras and find her!"
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