Chained Desires

At K Bar. The music was thunderous, vibrating through the crowd. A girl in a school uniform was a striking presence at the corner of the dance floor. A man perched at a table, gesturing wildly at a line of bomb shots before him, bellowed, "Whoever finishes these first gets the 100,000 dollars on the table!" The young girl began to knock back the shots, one after another. With astonishing speed, she downed 20 potent shots. After gulping down the last one, she slammed the empty glass onto the floor, her eyes locked on the cash on the table as she flashed a triumphant smile. "You'd better honor your word!" After that, she took off her long-sleeved jacket and put the money into her school uniform. Holding a pile of clothes in her arms, she stumbled to the toilet. "I'm so dizzy. I want to vomit... Emily Wrigley giggled with the money in her arms as she walked forward with the help of the wall. "Alas!" The man who had offered the money immediately chased after Emily and stood in front of her, laughing obscenely. "Little girl, do you know what it means to take the money?" "Hmm?" Emily looked at the man in front of her in a daze, with her eyes wide open. She looked cute, immature, and charming, like an angel that had fallen from grace. She thought momentarily, pointed at the area between his legs, and said with a harmless smile, "Do you want to go to the toilet?" The man thought that Emily meant to go to the toilet to do the act. His eyes lit up. "I didn't expect you to be such a good sport!" Emily did not say anything. She took the man's hand, went to the corridor leading to the toilet, and went to the sink. "I can't hold it in any longer... Emily muttered. After thinking for a while, she turned around and grabbed the man's half-opened collar. She lowered her head and purged all her vomit into the man's shirt. "Great!" Emily's stomach had finally quietened. What Emily did was far from what the man expected her to do. He was stunned. After a few seconds, he grabbed Emily by the neck. "How dare you mess with me? Do you know that I..? Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly slammed to the ground by a huge force. The moment the man fell to the ground, he realized that it was terribly quiet around him. "I'll lend you my skirt to throw up on." Emily continued to giggle as she lifted the hem of her skirt. Looking at the tall, handsome figure in front of Emily, the man was stunned. If he was not mistaken, the person in front of him... "Get lost!" The man was so terrified that he almost peed himself. As soon as he got up, he ran out. Emily still could not make sense of the situation. She lifted the hem of her skirt and looked curiously at the person who escaped. Everett Marshal pulled her skirt down, took off his suit jacket, and put it over Emily. He looked down at her, who was so drunk that she could hardly stand still, and mumbled in a low voice, "I'm bringing you home. Emily waved her hand unsteadily. "I'm not going home... There will be a big bad wolf... No home... After that, she turned around and continued to stumble toward the entrance of the bar. After a few steps, she found a large group of bodyguards in suits blocking her way. She squinted her almond-shaped eyes and flashed a smile, attempting to charm the bodyguard before her. She extended the index finger of her right hand and playfully poked the bodyguard's face. "Hey, you're so cute!" Before she could repeat her action, her world began to spin! By the time she regained her senses, she found herself hoisted over Everett's shoulder… "Ouch! Let me go! "Don't stop me from making money!" Emily cried out on Everett's shoulder. At that moment, the aura emanating from Everett was so oppressive that it made people petrified. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Emily from the corner of their eyes. They did not even dare to breathe. Everett carried Emily and went straight through the bar hall. At this moment, the army had already taken control of the bar. In the noisy hall just then, in just a few minutes, there was no one left except the bartender. Everett had ordered that no one be allowed to lift their heads to see what had happened, and no one was allowed to meddle in it. All the people in the bar, including the bodyguards and the soldiers, did not dare to move their heads. They only knew that the big shot had taken a girl with a hoarse voice away. The night wind was blowing. When he stuffed Emily into the limousine by the entrance, Emily felt so cold that she shivered. She could not help but withdraw into Everett's arms. It was just a small movement, but Everett noticed it and acted more gently. He followed her in and held her in his arms. The effect of the strong alcohol gradually wore off, but Emily's wind still was not clear. She had not gotten the 100,000 dollars she had just earned. She bit Everett's shoulder, hammered him a few times, and whined, "Give the money back to me! It's mine! I earned it by myself. Give it back to me!" Since she was so drunk, her strength was weak. Everett did not feel any pain at all; it was only as if he was being scratched by a kitten. She had really grown up. Everett frowned, looked down at her, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want the money for?" "It's none of your business!" Emily muttered back. "Do you know who l am?" Everett took a deep breath and tried to suppress his impatience. "Well.." Emily that he loosened her bite on him and looked up at him in a daze. Suddenly, she laughed. "I don't know... She was so drunk that she did not even recognize him. How gutsy! Just as he was about to make her learn a lesson, Emily suddenly narrowed her eyes and leaned into his arms. In less than three seconds, the sound of her breathing became heavier. Charles Clarke, who was in front of them, took a careful look at the two of them and asked softly, "Master Everett, do you want to send Miss Emily back or take her onboard the plane?" Everett lowered his head and looked at Emily, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. After a while, he replied, "Send her back to Sofitel Villa." "But the schedule... Charles muttered a few words. Everett just glanced at him. Charles immediately stopped talking and did not continue with what he was about to say. Twenty minutes later, the luxury car stopped at a dock in Sofitel. Everett's private villa was built on a cliff, and only a helicopter could get there. Everett personally carried Emily, who was asleep, to the helicopter that had been waiting at the dock for a long time. In the dead of night, Everett looked down at the villa under his feet. The moment he landed on the ground, his dark eyes were fixed on the girl sleeping in his arms. She slept soundly, but she frowned slightly due to discomfort in her posture. The old-fashioned makeup on her face was messed up, revealing the pale skin hidden under the thick makeup. In his eyes, it made him feel a little distressed. When he held Emily in his arms and entered the big mansion in front of him, all the servants stood silently at the gate, waiting for them to enter. It was as if they were waiting for the emperor and his pet. It was the first time that Everett had brought Emily to his private villa. Everyone felt very curious, but they did not dare to look at him and ask any questions. With their heads slightly lowered, they watched Everett's footsteps passing by them. Looking at his long legs, the servants could not hide their envy and admiration for Emily.