Now, Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow, one above and one below, t each other’s gaze, and their minds flashed with the fiercest love and the most piercing pain.
As days and nights alternate, who scattered the youthful days into the sands of ti?
At this mont, Seraphina Linden stepped forward, blocking Isabelle Willow behind her, "Mr. Crawford, we’ve t now, we have other matters, so we’ll be leaving first."
Seraphina Linden led Isabelle Willow away directly.
Jude Crawford watched as Isabelle Willow’s cold and slender figure disappeared from his sight. He pressed his thin lips together and quickly went upstairs, but those two people were nowhere to be seen.
"Sir." At this mont, Butler Thorne approached.
Jude Crawford’s sharply chiseled handso face was cast in dim light, flickering to and fro, not clearly visible. He said in a deep voice, "Find out, I want to know where they’ve gone."
"Yes, sir."
...
Seraphina Linden led Isabelle Willow out of the hall of The Crawford Group. Seraphina Linden turned her head to look at Isabelle Willow, "Yara, be honest with , do you still want to reconcile with that Jude Crawford?"
Isabelle Willow’s cold and exquisite face held faint and unemotional waves. She smiled lightly, "Seraphina, if there was even a one in ten thousand chance between him and , I would not have jumped from Jill’s high platform back then. There’s no going back for us now."
Seraphina Linden nodded vigorously, "Yara, as long as you understand. That Jude Crawford hurt you so deeply back then, drove you to the brink of despair. He now has Mrs. Crawford, that Zelda Willow, and his sister Iris Crawford, and the entire Crawford family doesn’t like you, except for Mrs. Crawford. You’ve escaped that pit, don’t jump back in."
The past seems like a dream. Isabelle Willow stood gracefully at the street corner, the evening breeze fluttering the hem of her cheongsam dress. She softly curled her lips in a faint smile.
Seraphina Linden was very dissatisfied with Jude Crawford. At this mont, she raised her eyes, and a high-end club was right in front of them. She extended her hand, directly embracing Isabelle Willow, "Yara, Jude Crawford is old now, a doddering old man. Let’s forget him. Co on, let take you to have so fun."
"Fun?"
"Yes, last ti I wanted to take you for a massage spa, you didn’t want to. This ti, I’ll take you to play with so lads. I’ve heard that the escorts at this club are fantastic, let’s go. Tonight, it’s on . Enjoy to your heart’s content, each one with one escort, no, make it two!"
Seraphina Linden is taking Isabelle Willow to a high-end club to find escorts?!
Isabelle Willow glanced sideways at the boldly spirited Seraphina Linden, "Seraphina, isn’t this inappropriate? Aren’t you afraid Mr. Rathborne will find out?"
Julian Rathborne?
Thinking of that man made Seraphina Linden furrow her brows, "What does patronizing escorts have to do with him?"
"Have you forgotten the last ti he reported you and got you sent to the precinct? If you go see escorts again, I really don’t know what he’ll do this ti."
"...Why is it that, traditionally, n can go out for fun, but we won cannot? Tonight, let’s kick those stinking n away and enjoy ourselves thoroughly. Yara, aren’t you daring enough?" Seraphina Linden arched her delicate brows, and from her bright and charming little face shined a radiant glow.
Isabelle Willow slightly curved her elegant lips, "Alright, tonight I’ll accompany you fearlessly. Let’s go."
The two won entered the high-end club together.
...
Inside the most luxurious room of the high-end club.
Seraphina Linden made a phone call, "Hello, ma’am, bring the best escorts over for us to pick, money is no object!"
Seraphina Linden promptly hung up the phone.
The madam in the hall clapped her hands excitedly, in front of her stood a line of escorts, "Sons, you are the best and finest escorts here. Today, you’re in luck. Three wealthy won who don’t mind spending have arrived in the most luxurious room upstairs and have called for you to be picked. Put forth your utmost effort to delight, amuse, and satisfy them. They have plenty of money for you to earn!"
Escorts, "Understood."
"Co, let’s go upstairs now."
The madam led a group of escorts upstairs, still anxious, she reminded them in the corridor, "Keep in mind, these wealthy won are mainly old won whose charm has faded. Don’t look at their faces; look at their wallets. These days, won’s money is even easier to earn than n’s, understood?"
A group of escorts nodded vigorously.
Arriving at the door of the luxurious room, the madam raised her hand to knock, "Knock knock."
Soon, a soft and sweet voice ca from inside, "Enter."
The madam pushed the door open and entered, a group of escorts followed behind her, the madam’s face full of smiles, "Beautiful young ladies, our finest escorts have arrived, ready for you to choose."
Calling faded charm wealthy won "beautiful young ladies," this madam was unfazed.
But in the next second, the madam froze entirely. Where were the promised faded charm wealthy won???
Seraphina Linden and Isabelle Willow were lying on the room’s rattan chairs. They had already bathed and were wearing pink silk nightgowns. The steam had imbued their tender and clear pretty faces with an adorable blush, their soft white skin, their red lips, and long hair had stunned the madam.
Why were these wealthy won, who didn’t mind spending, not faded in charm?
They were even more stunning and beautiful than the club’s star perforrs, making it impossible to look away.
The wealthy madam felt a pang of frustration, a severe frustration. She had seen young wealthy won before, but never so very young and beautiful ones like these!
Seraphina Linden patted lotion on her face, then lifted her lively watery eyes to glance at the escorts, "Raise your heads."
Escorts slowly raised their heads.
Wow!
The eyes of the escorts were wide open. They had never seen such beautiful won.
Their girlfriends, campus belles, the entertainnt industry’s budding actresses... none were as beautiful as these two won.
They were stunning beyond asure.
"Yara, you choose first, pick two," Seraphina Linden generously turned to Isabelle Willow beside her.
Isabelle Willow’s cool almond eyes slowly looked over, landing on the escorts.
She scanned the escorts once and then focused her gaze on one, the escort who was handso and stoic, resembling soone closely.
Seraphina Linden’s gaze followed and landed on that escort too.
The chosen escort’s heart skipped, joy showing on his handso face. He was chosen!
The madam burst into laughter, "Ah, beautiful young lady, you truly have an eye for quality. This lad here is a pillar of our establishnt. Do you know of a man from thirty years ago, the first comrcial noble of Aethelgard, Jude Crawford?"
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