Chapter 133 Going to Find Alexander
Owen sighed, "Elizabeth, it's been years, and you still can't forgive me?"
Elizabeth chuckled. "Mr. Tudor, I'm not that naive girl anymore. I don't dream about fairy tales. There's nothing to forgive. I never hated you, just wanted you to be straightforward, alright?"
"Elizabeth! Please, believe me. I swear, I won't disrespect you again." Owen grabbed her wrist, pleading earnestly.
Just then, a rich guy stepped out of another private room, spotting Owen holding Elizabeth's hand. He smirked, "Owen, flirting with a girl, huh? How could you leave the lady in the room waiting? Not very gentlemanly of you."
Owen snapped, "You go in first!"
As the guy tried to pull Owen back, a few more men emerged from the room, heading straight for Owen, laughing.
"Owen, introduce us to this lovely lady. Are you keeping her all to yourself?"
"Owen, that's not cool."
"Hey, Owen, the lady inside has been waiting forever. You better make it up to her with some cash."
These guys were all rich slackers who usually hung out with Owen.
Owen had a reputation as a playboy, so these wealthy dudes liked being around him. The closest to Owen used to be Samuel, but he vanished with Elizabeth, which hit Owen hard.
Since then, Owen became even more of a hedonist.
Later, the Tudor family business tanked, mostly taken over by the Windsor Group. The Tudors got a small cut, and Owen had no job since Alexander didn't want his relatives involved in Windsor Group affairs.
Owen spent his days at bars or nightclubs, seemingly carefree, but deep down, he always wondered where Elizabeth was and if she was even alive.
Six years passed, but the memory of Elizabeth risking her life to save Owen while pregnant, despite his awful treatment, was still fresh in his mind.
It felt like it happened yesterday.
Owen looked at his friends with a lazy expression and said, "Go back to the room. She's not one of those women. She's different. Don't even think about hitting on her."
"What's different? She just looks a bit more innocent. No matter how innocent, isn't she still a bar girl? Could she be better in bed than Michelle?" One of the rich guys, with a woman in his arms, asked with a grin.
"Fuck! Did you see my skills in bed with your own eyes?" Michelle Jenkins laughed.
"How about you give me a show later, and I'll record it," the man laughed.
These people, no matter their gender, were shameless in these settings, always speaking as explicitly as possible.
Elizabeth felt super awkward being around them, and so did Owen.
They could say and do whatever they wanted in front of him, but in front of Elizabeth, Owen felt it was just plain rude. Just then, two guys came up and grabbed Elizabeth. "Come on, girl! You're already here. Just come in and sit for a while. If you're a bar girl, don't be shy. Have a drink with me."
Elizabeth almost couldn't breathe, being held by the two men.
She tried to push them away but couldn't, so she struggled and said, "Alright! No problem! But you have to check with Mr. Tudor first. Because I belong to Alexander Windsor, and every time I accompany a man, Alexander charges for it!"
The two men were stunned at the mention of Alexander.
At that moment, Owen suddenly roared from behind, "Let her go! If you don't let go of Elizabeth, I'll stab you to death!"
All the rich guys were stunned.
One of them said, annoyed, "Owen, is it necessary to go this far? We used to share fun women together. Are you still a friend?"
Elizabeth also turned to Owen, saying, "It's okay, Mr. Tudor. Please inform Alexander that I'm accompanying your guests here. You need to report to Alexander how many people there are. After all, I'm just a prostitute. It doesn't matter who I sell to."
She said it so casually, without any expression, as if the pain had long turned into numbness.
But Owen's heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles, excruciatingly painful.
He stepped forward and pushed the two men away, then said fiercely, "Anyone who dares to harass Elizabeth again will be my mortal enemy. I swear what I just said is true! If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"
With that, Owen dragged Elizabeth towards the elevator.
Behind them, a group of men were stunned.
"Why is he so irritable!"
"What's gotten into Owen?"
"I suddenly remembered this woman called Elizabeth. Six years ago, she bewitched some heirs of wealthy families in Sunwillow City. I was only sixteen then, still young, hearing the entire upper class of Sunwillow City wanted to drive Elizabeth away, especially Alexander. If he caught Elizabeth, he would tear her to pieces," one man said.
"I see. It seems Elizabeth is really something. She just came back and already seduced Mr. Tudor," another man agreed.
During their discussions, Owen and Elizabeth had already reached outside. Owen asked, "Where are you going? I'll take you."
"To find Alexander," Elizabeth replied.
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