Speaking of Jude Crawford, the proprietress got a little carried away, "Back then, Jude Crawford, the eldest son of the Crawford family, was born a natural success. He dominated the business world, turning the tides, and countless highborn ladies were captivated by him. Wherever he appeared, those ladies would stop and gaze, fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Crawford one day. Eventually, the coveted title of Mrs. Crawford went to a girl from the prestigious Willow family, creating a legendary tale in Aethelgard, breaking many dreams overnight. The won who ca to our club would request this gigolo because he kind of resembles Jude Crawford."
Seraphina Linden looked at the proprietress, guessing she was also a fan of Jude Crawford.
Seraphina Linden spoke, "Proprietress, you’re talking too much today."
The proprietress felt aggrieved, "..."
She was just introducing, after all.
Seraphina Linden glanced at Isabelle Willow beside her, "Yara, do you want to pick this guy?"
After a few seconds, Isabelle Willow nodded, "I’ll pick him."
The other gigolos: Envious!
...
In the luxurious room, two knocks sounded on the door, and Butler Thorne entered the room to report respectfully, "Sir, we’ve located Mrs. Yara."
Jude Crawford stood tall and commanding by the window, one hand in his pocket. Upon hearing this, he lifted his handso eyes and let out a single word, "Speak."
"Sir, Mrs. Yara is currently at the XX high-end club, she went...to seek pleasure."
Jude Crawford’s strong eyebrows suddenly furrowed, "What did you say?"
"Sir, you didn’t mishear, Mrs. Yara went for pleasure, and even picked two gigolos." Butler Thorne wiped the cold sweat off his forehead as he reported.
Jude Crawford’s handso and deep features frosting over in an instant, and in his ears, the words echoed—she went for pleasure, she actually went for pleasure!
Usually, it’s n who seek pleasure; she went running to seek pleasure, ha, alright.
Isabelle Willow, haven’t seen you in years, you’ve really outdone yourself!
"Ha," Jude Crawford forced a chilling laugh from his throat, shooting Butler Thorne a sharp and sinister look, "Did she go alone?"
"No, she went with Miss Linden, it was Miss Linden’s treat."
"..."
Seraphina Linden treated.
Treating Isabelle Willow to seek pleasure.
Good!
Really good!
Jude Crawford pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly dialed a number.
On the other end, in a stretched luxury limo, a lodic phone ringtone rang out—it was a call from Jude Crawford.
Long fingers pressed the answer button, and a deep, magnetic voice replied, "Hello."
"Where is your Seraphina Linden?" Jude Crawford’s voice ca through, direct and to the point, calling Seraphina Linden by na.
Julian Rathborne quickly pursed his thin lips, a bit displeased, "Why are you looking for Seraphina Linden, since when have you two beco so close?"
"Your Seraphina Linden took Isabelle Willow to the XX high-end club to seek pleasure."
What?
Julian Rathborne’s handso expression changed instantly, a chill exuding from him, his lips moving as he glanced at Riley Sutton in the driver’s seat, "Head to the XX high-end club."
"Yes, sir." Riley Sutton started the car.
The emperor-like stretched luxury limo imdiately headed for the XX high-end club.
"Mr. Rathborne, your family’s discipline is lacking; you should really manage your woman, Seraphina Linden, and stop her from causing trouble for others," Jude Crawford criticized.
He scoffed.
Julian Rathborne curled his thin lips, a cold, dismissive sound escaping as his phoenix eyes glanced through the polished car window at the neon lights outside, "My woman is a good seedling, why couldn’t it have been Isabelle Willow taking her to seek pleasure? I think it’s Isabelle Willow corrupting Seraphina Linden."
"Mr. Rathborne, dreams are beautiful, but reality is frail—tonight, Seraphina Linden treated, picking two gigolos for herself alone. Congratulations, your head is a pasture of green."
"As far as I know, Isabelle Willow put the green hat on you over twenty years ago. It seems you haven’t taken it off yet. I also heard that before Isabelle Willow left back then, she once wielded scissors against you—are you impotent now?"
With that, Julian Rathborne hung up the phone directly.
Listening to the "beep beep" of the busy signal, Jude Crawford imdiately blocked Julian Rathborne.
And thus, the boat of friendship between the two n capsized.
Riley Sutton, in the driver’s seat, listened to the whole conversation; the so-called crazy protective behavior of their gentlen, indeed, Jude Gregory and Mr. Crawford were tied for first.
Their own won were out seeking pleasure, yet their protectiveness led to a spat first.
Truly... adorably childish!
Julian Rathborne lifted his long fingers, undoing two shirt buttons, the handso face already as dark as a stormy sky, dammit, Seraphina Linden dared to seek pleasure, to find gigolos—is this rebellion?
It seems that last lesson wasn’t severe enough!
Up front, Riley Sutton already sensed the cold murderous aura radiating from his master, Miss Linden, you’d better take care of yourself.
...
XX high-end club.
The proprietress hurriedly ran out, as four top-tier Rolls Royces ca to a stop.
A team of black-suited bodyguards erged, charging into the club, surrounding it completely.
The proprietress, not having seen such a scene before, was already trembling with fear.
Who did she offend?
At that mont, Riley Sutton opened the car door, and a handso, noble figure leaped into view—it was Julian Rathborne.
The proprietress looked at Julian Rathborne, dressed in a tailored white shirt and black trousers, the top-grade fabric pressed without a single crease, defining his high-status presence. He walked out in shoes polished to perfection, each step exuding a steady, dazzling brilliance.
My god, what a handso man!
That face, that build, like a supermodel walking off a runway.
Far beyond the most handso and outstanding guys here, a thousand tis more alluring.
The proprietress quickly rushed forward, eagerly saying, "Sir, hello, are you here to have fun? I’ll imdiately call the most beautiful girls to accompany you; you may choose anyone you like."
Julian Rathborne glossed over the proprietress with a faint glance, then spoke quietly, "Smash everything here."
"Yes, sir."
With smashing and crashing, the black-suited bodyguards began destroying the place.
Ah.
Screams filled the air, guests, gigolos, and girls fled in terror, chaos erupting on scene.
The proprietress gasped, quickly trying to stop them, "Don’t smash it, why are you smashing my club, stop, all of you stop!"
A black-suited bodyguard directly pushed the proprietress to the ground.
The proprietress, heart aching, beat her chest and stomped her feet—why, what exactly did she do wrong?
Julian Rathborne’s steps did not halt; he sharply turned a corner, walking into the hallway, as if the noise behind him had nothing to do with him.
"Sir, it’s this room," Riley Sutton pointed to a door.
Julian Rathborne looked at the tightly closed door in front of him, the most luxurious room in this club. He’d heard she’d picked the best two guys, ha, no money to pay his debt, but enough to indulge herself.
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