Chapter 220

The girl in the short skirt rushed to his side, patting him urgently.

"Mr. Oakley! Mr. Oakley!"

"It's bad-Mr. Oakley's nose and mouth are both foaming!"

Everyone present was either a company president or a wealthy heir, all on Jonathan's level or even higher. No one really cared what happened to him. Especially since this was a punishment ordered by the 'prince' himself.

A little alcohol poisoning was nothing-if Jonathan died, Victor would cover it up anyway.

Someone said impatiently, "Just have someone carry him to the hospital, and you go with him to take care of it. Simple as that."

As soon as the commotion died down, the next round of the game began. Cards were dealt out across the table once more.

Isadora watched as Jonathan was carried off, realizing there was no reason for her and Wendy to stay any longer.

She leaned over and whispered to Wendy, "Let's slip out as soon as this round is over."

nodded. "Yeah.

the man in the loud floral shirt-Mr. Flynn- called out Isadora's name and pointed

slowly peeled back

in a breath. Isadora's card was even

mischievously. "Flip your card over, let's see

her hand, Donnelly crowed, "I

Isadora's body stiffened.

time for a little punishment.

Boom.

went blank-she hadn't

no idea what to do. Instinctively,

completely detached, showing not the slightest intention

Otherwise, you might end up like Mr. Oakley... These guys

gleam flickered in Donnelly's

Why not choose me?

guy was practically drooling. If Isadora sat on his lap, he'd

Between being manhandled by a disgusting stranger and choosing a devil she at least knew, she steeled herself and pointed to the man sitting at

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