Chapter 13

Jason patted the woman’s legs, motioning her to go over.

The woman stood up reluctantly, swaying her hips as she walked over.

“Jean—”

The woman was splashed with the wine mixed ice cubes in her face, and screamed.

“You splashed me? How dare you!”

The next second, Jean clutched the woman’s neck and pinned her on the table. “If your mom never taught you any manners, let me do that on her behalf!”

The woman struggled to breathe. “L-Let me go—”

Jean pressed against her legs and looked at those stunned faces around her with a smirk. “Who else wants to learn? Join her. I promise you will learn something.”

The woman’s face reddened; she was struggling to breathe. The other women saw what happened, and no one dared to make a sound.

Anne quickly intervened. “Let her go, Jean. She is dying.”

Jean did not seem to hear Anne. She had a smile on her face, but it felt cold and dangerous, yet alluring.

A fire was burning in her eyes, and she looked tantalizing.

She was poisonous and too seductive.

Etan looked at her with his eyes narrowed. No one could tell what his emotion was.

Jason was completely bewitched. He could not wait to take this woman tonight. This was the first time he had such an uncontrollable, impulsive feeling.

The woman who Jean pinned down struggled for a sound. “H-H-Help me, Jason!”

But Jason did not even spare a glance at the woman, as if she did not exist.

His arousal was written all over his face. “I like her! I like her!”

He walked up to Jean and said in a condescending tone of voice, “Stop seeing all other men. You will be my woman from now on.”

Jean let go of the young woman and sneered at him. “You want to sleep with me?”

As his eyes met hers, his heart thumped violently, his mouth dry.

Jean’s body bounced twice with a disdainful look on her face as she leaned back on the settee.

“Is it only you,” she swept her finger across those young men, “or all of you want me?”

She wore no makeup but a simple white hooded sweater and a pair of black skinny pants. Yet she looked hot and sexy, like a vixen.

Those men who clamored a second ago were gulping eagerly.

Anne quietly cursed and called Jean a slut.

She looked over at Etan and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Etan was indifferent to what happened.

Jason stood in front of Jean. “Forget about them. I am your only man.”

“I am expensive.”

“Is this enough?” Jason threw a car key fob over at her. It was of a Lamborghini.

There was an uproar. But Jean shook her head.

“How about this?” Jason took off the million-dollar watch from his wrist.

She shook her head.

Jason’s face darkened. These two things were worth nearly ten million dollars. Yet, she still thought it was not enough.

“Hey, who the hell do you think you are? You should feel honored that Jason is taking a liking to you. Who are you to bargain with him?” someone scolded her.

No one else spoke as everyone looked on with amusement.

The corner of Jean’s mouth turned up in a half-smile. She fished out a cigarette from the pack on the table, put it in her mouth, and picked up a lighter.

The lighter lit up with a click, illuminating her face as she tilted her head to light up the cigarette in her mouth.

Her face looked unreal in the rising smoke.

“Do you know how many men are waiting to spend a night with me? Go in the queue first. I will notify you when it is your turn.”