His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 577

Getting Casper all riled up was no biggie, but if he decided to take Juan down with him, that would be a whole different ball game. Juan rubbed his neck, feeling a shiver run down his spine.

The car pulled up at Bella, and Eliza sauntered in with all the confidence in the world. Inside the private room, there was a lineup of blond, blue-eyed male models, standing like they were waiting for the emperor's nod of approval. Eliza gave Juan a come-hither gesture and whispered, "Guess who owns Bella nightclub?"

"Who?"

"It's Casper." She nodded towards a camera tucked in the corner. "Trust me, based on what I know about Casper, he's probably losing it in front of his screen right now. He'll be watching us like a hawk, so let's put on a good show."

Juan felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. Casper was keeping tabs on them? Did that mean he already knew Juan was the mastermind here? Was it too late to make a run for it?

"Can I just leave now?" he asked, clearly having second thoughts. He'd rather keep breathing, thank you very much.

Eliza held onto him firmly. "No turning back now, but don't worry, I've got your back."

"Are you sure he won't off me?"

Juan couldn't help but feel like he'd made a colossal mistake. Why did he have to get tangled in their marital drama? Casper wasn't exactly a saint; he could end someone in a heartbeat. Juan's sacrifice seemed less noble and more like plain foolishness. "No, he won't. Just get on with it, or he'll start suspecting something." Eliza nudged Juan aside.

like a queen surveying her court, exuding both innocence and

go all in. Pointing to the hefty watermelon on the table, he told the male models, "Whoever can smash this watermelon first, that's who we'll pick, and there'll be a nice tip

back out, he quickly added, "Don't worry, we're generous, and that watermelon

camera shift.

the table.

"I'm up for it."

"I'll go first."

"No, me first."

male models

their horses. "And smashing the

to a durian next to the watermelon, shooting a

and fished out another stack of cash from her purse, handing

we're nothing if not generous. Whoever can crack open

male models exchanged glances, eager to

a shot,” Eliza said with a soft smile her elegant

a man in a silver mask

Eliza's newfound audacity. Picking male models one by one, and with Casper's money, no less. He was

Casper, about Ms.