Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 72: Helping My Wife Punish the Scumbags (Part 2)

At this mont, Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale lay there lifelessly, like two dead fish, letting their pale bodies be stared at.

Most people who co to nightclubs have empty souls, deeply lonely, and so n had long fixed their eyes on Isabelle Nightingale and Violet Hargrove.

So, a few n simply dragged the unconscious Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale into the private room of the bar for a party.

...

Inside the private room, the spotlights were multicolored, the DJ music was explosive, accompanied by colorful bubbles, the atmosphere reached its peak.

This private room was considered small, enough to accommodate eighty or ninety people, but at this mont there were only a dozen inside.

Mostly middle-aged n, holding sexy young won... inhaling white powder, Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale failed to drug Eva Nightingale and were then forcibly fed sothing by a mysterious black-clad bodyguard, thus having no sense right now.

Soon, the exquisite private room descended into chaos, a breath of lust and desire, accompanied by waves of moans, echoed endlessly.

anwhile, the Nightingale Family mansion, rare quiet tonight, also emanated a hint of eeriness.

"Where are Madam and Miss?" Amos Nightingale asked.

The maid lied: "Sir, Madam and Miss scheduled to go to a beauty spa! They probably won’t be back tonight!"

The maid knew, Isabelle Nightingale and Violet Hargrove went to trouble Eva Nightingale, and now hadn’t returned all night... Miss was likely accompanying Madam to a nightclub to find gigolos.

This maid... accidentally discovered once, that Madam, despite her age, was still outside flirting with pretty boys and cheating.

Amos Nightingale warned: "Remind them later not to cause trouble for outside."

Unknown which big shot they offended, who dared to co and compete with the Nightingale Group.

Amos Nightingale had his eye on a piece of land, in the city center where land is scarce, opposite the Nightingale Group building, planning to purchase and construct a skyscraper!

To his surprise, this afternoon, that piece of land was auctioned off for the high price of 1.5 billion.

Simply absurd, ridiculous...

...

Sumr Palace.

Albert Kingsley was awoken in the middle of the night with a phone call: soone reported drug use at the Imperial Palace.

Albert Kingsley was elated, previously offended his uncle because of Carla Carr, ending up with perpetually green hair.

If this ti he personally caught those criminals, it would surely make his uncle look at him differently, earning a rit, and then... dyeing his green hair back.

Albert Kingsley drove his incredibly flashy convertible, bringing a team of special forces to Imperial Palace Bar.

The special forces, guns strapped to their waists, stord into the rooms reported for drug use and partying.

Albert Kingsley, having just arrived at the bar, was imdiately surrounded by a group of won: "Oh my, Mr. Kingsley, you’re here again?"

"Mr. Kingsley, you’ve gotten even more handso, and your hair is so flashy!"

"Indeed, indeed, is green hair the trend now?"

Albert Kingsley’s face turned green, his reputation had plunged to the Pacific Ocean, if he had known offending his uncle would end this badly, he would never have dared.

He just got angrier and angrier.

"Mr. Kingsley? Your ex-girlfriend is in the bar too, apparently selling again!"

"..." Albert Kingsley was furious, "Get lost, get lost—"

He shoved the won surrounding him aside and rushed down the hallway.

Carla Carr.

Albert Kingsley grabbed Carla Carr furiously: "eting you is pure bad luck, my title as Sovereign Capital’s number one young master has turned into number one green-haired clown."

His tone was full of sarcasm: "Out of money again, co to the bar to sell?!"