Chapter 139 Being Tricked
Dylan and Karen totally took advantage of Luke being too swamped to notice Elsa, which was why they had the guts to pull their stunt.
But how the heck did they know Joe was sick?
Elsa's face got all serious for a sec before she pulled herself together. "Mr. Jones, you know my hubby's busy, so you called me here for dinner?"
Elsa opened her Facebook chat with Luke and held down the voice message button.
"Even though Karen and you are sisters, you've got more brains than Karen. Karen says you like to seduce people, but I think you are more of an ice queen. But do you know what men dig the most?" Dylan suddenly leaned in close as he uttered, and Elsa subtly moved back.
"What?"
"Men love to see an ice queen beg beneath them," Dylan said maliciously.
"Sorry, Mr. Jones, I'm not Karen Miller. I don't play your games."
Under the table, Elsa's hand kept pressing and releasing the voice message button, sending several messages to Luke. She put away her tablet and stood up.
Elsa caught on to Dylan's sketchy intentions.
Karen likely wondered why she should have to sleep with an older guy while Elsa got to keep her hands clean, so she goaded Dylan into pursuing her."Ms. Miller, you think you can just walk out?" Dylan stayed put, not budging an inch.
"Mr. Jones, with all these people around, you think you can force me?" Elsa raised her voice, trying to get some attention.
People glanced over but quickly looked away.
Elsa's heart sank. Given Dylan's status, no one would dare stand up for her.
"Ms. Miller, don't get so worked up." Dylan stood up and reached out to grab Elsa's waist.
Elsa dodged hard, but Dylan covered her mouth and nose with a cloth. Her legs went weak instantly.
In a panic, Elsa reached into her bag, instinctively trying to contact Luke.
"Don't be foolish, Ms. Miller. You think I'd let you get through to Luke at a time like this?"
"Don't forget that I am Luke's wife, Mrs. Taylor of the Taylor family." Elsa was barely able to stand, leaning weakly against the door frame.
"Ms. Miller, you must have worked hard to marry Luke. If you don't want to mess up your marriage, I suggest you behave. Sleep with me and I'll keep it a secret. You'll still be Mrs. Taylor, right?" Dylan smirked triumphantly.
Elsa felt her legs give out and her head spin. She couldn't stand any longer.
Jonathan had a social event at the Summit Retreat Club that evening, meeting with familiar business partners.
"Dylan Jones is getting more and more outrageous. At his age, isn't he afraid of dying in a brothel?" One of the men noticed Dylan's fleeting figure at the entrance and couldn't help but complain.
Jonathan followed his gaze and saw Dylan quickly walking towards the parking lot with a woman in his arms.
The woman in Dylan's arms seemed either drunk or drugged, clearly not in a good state.
Jonathan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw that slender figure.
He frowned. "Gentlemen, I need a favor."
Jonathan and Dylan were both in the real estate business. They were competitors with no usual contact, but Jonathan had familiar partners among his associates.
"Mr. Jones, long time no see." A few men went up to greet him, blocking Dylan's path.
"Long time no see. Let's catch up another day. I'm not free right now." Dylan, always a playboy, wasn't afraid of what others might say. He emphasized that he was not free now, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Mr. Jones, you're lucky. Who's this lady? Aren't you going to introduce us?"
The men showed no intention of stepping aside, all looking at the girl in Dylan's arms.
"You're being unreasonable." Dylan, sensing trouble, dropped his friendly demeanor.
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