Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 93: Going to the Bar

She opened her eyes and found that the man from earlier was gone...

She was stunned as she ca back to her senses, turned to look at the roadside, and realized he had already parked the car by the road and coaxed her to close her eyes. Then he drove off!

What was wrong with him?

Since they got married, this was the first ti he acted like this. Although he didn’t yell at her or argue with her, she understood that this ti he was truly angry.

It was midnight.

A black luxury car sped along the asphalt road.

Soon, the car arrived at the Imperial Palace Bar, stopped, and the man got out. Surrounded by two rows of black-suited bodyguards, he walked into the bar.

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The quiet street, with drizzling rain.

On the quaint path, a shadow stretched under the streetlamp.

Eva Nightingale clutched her bag and kept searching in the direction Lucas Knight had left.

She called him, but he didn’t answer.

So, she had no choice but to walk along the roadside to find him. She didn’t know how long had passed when she stopped at the entrance of the Imperial Palace Bar, looking at the pure black Koenigsegg sports car, the Crown Prince’s recently driven vehicle.

Eva Nightingale locked onto the bar.

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The bar’s flashlights were dazzling and colorful.

Since Carla Carr was a little spoiled brat, she frequently caused trouble at the bar and often dragged Eva Nightingale along to play, so this kind of place was not unfamiliar to Eva.

The bar’s DJ was deafening, on stage, a young resident singer sang: "They all say I’m silly, going ho after work, but actually, I’m living paycheck to paycheck, not earning enough to spend, working early and late, I don’t dare to go to bars, the girls all despise , they don’t answer my calls..."

The bar was crowded.

Eva Nightingale had a hard ti squeezing in, but the Imperial Palace was the biggest bar in the country, extrely luxurious, with famous singers from the industry performing every day, making it crowded and chaotic.

Where could Eva Nightingale find the Crown Prince?!

She searched around, but didn’t see a trace of him.

At this mont, leaning over the sink, she was sowhat overwheld.

"Lucas Knight, why are you doing this—"

"Sob, sob." She had searched all night!!

Just next door, she heard that the Crown Prince was in the bar, bringing four or five of the hottest stars from the entertainnt industry to accompany him, with the help of bodyguards.

They said these people not only drank with him but also slept with him.

Eva Nightingale was filled with rage. There were too many people over there, and she couldn’t squeeze through, so she ca to the restroom.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

The ti passed bit by bit this way.

When Lucas Knight ca out of the Imperial Palace VIP Emperor Room, he turned and went to the restroom, simply because it was hot.

At the villa, he had provoked a fire within himself and drove away.

Not long after, soone sent a group of award-winning actresses from the entertainnt circle, all knowing brothers who casually arranged for them to co over.