Leo Joyce strode up to Alia Avery, a cold smile on his face. "A live show? You’ve really got so nerve."
"What’s there to be afraid of? Don’t tell you’re chickening out, Leo Joyce. So there is sothing Young Master Joyce is afraid of after all..."
Before she could finish, Leo Joyce yanked her into his arms and raised a hand to brush against her tempting red lips. "A live show? You want to see a live show? I don’t mind putting on a live show with you!" The one thing he could never stand was the look of contempt in Alia Avery’s eyes.
Alia Avery showed no fear in response to Leo Joyce’s words. She proudly lifted her chin and said mockingly, "Leo Joyce, you’re backing out! We had a deal—if you lost, you’d sleep with Gia Miller! Or are you just a sore loser, Leo Joyce?"
"Heh..." ’A sore loser? It’s true, I can’t afford to lose. But so what? Whether I can take the loss or not, this woman doesn’t care about at all.’
At that thought, all emotion vanished from his eyes. He shoved the woman in his arms away, pulled his phone from his pocket, and made a call. "I’m giving you half an hour. Tie up Gia Miller, wash her, and send her to my room."
Hanging up, Leo Joyce looked down at her. "Well? Are you satisfied now?"
"Satisfied..." Alia Avery’s face was cold as she nodded, but her thoughts began to drift. ’Have I gone too far? After all, the only one who wronged was Gia Miller.’
"Go to my office on the fourth floor. I’ll arrange for soone to let you watch the live feed." After speaking, Leo Joyce left the room without a backward glance.
After Leo Joyce left, the other three won felt like they could finally breathe again.
Their faces were all pale as they ran to Alia Avery’s side, urging her in low voices, "Alia, how could you be so bold? To actually demand to watch a live show of Young Master Joyce and Gia Miller... Even if he usually lets you have your way and spoils you, you can’t be this reckless."
"Alia, that old bitch Gia Miller is five years older than our Young Master Joyce! Aren’t you just humiliating him by doing this?"
"Yeah, Alia, you should hurry and stop Young Master Joyce. There’s still ti."
"Alia, I’m not just saying this to lecture you, but you’ve really gone too far this ti. Everyone in Tridell knows that the young master of the Joyce Family only has eyes for Alia Avery. No other woman can even catch his attention. But you? Now you’re demanding to watch him with another woman. How is that not humiliating Young Master Joyce? Besides, even if you want revenge on Gia Miller, you absolutely shouldn’t make our Young Master Joyce handle it personally. If he just gave the order, wouldn’t it be easy to see a live show of Gia Miller?"
...The other three won were the only few daughters of prominent families that Alia Avery was on good terms with after she left school.
Their words clearly had an effect. Alia Avery’s brow furrowed as she was lost in thought. ’Am I really going to let Leo Joyce sleep with Gia Miller?’
’They were right. If I wanted, Leo Joyce could just give the order and I’d get to see Gia Miller’s live show.’
’Even if I don’t like Leo Joyce, I shouldn’t use Gia Miller to humiliate him.’ At that thought, Alia Avery turned to say goodbye to her friends and go stop Leo Joyce, but the door was suddenly kicked open with a BANG.
Alia Avery looked back in astonishnt to see two people standing in the doorway.
It was her brother and Tristan.
Her expression instantly darkened.
"What are you still standing there for? Co ho with ." Aiden Avery was about to die of anger. Thank goodness it was just the girls in this VIP room, or he would have absolutely lost his mind today. To think she ca here to gamble.
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