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.

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

flickered. She slowly peeled back

peeking over her shoulder, sucked in a breath. Isadora's card was even lower than hers-her luck

grinned mischievously. "Flip your

hand, Donnelly crowed,

Isadora's body stiffened.

second later, Donnelly declared, "Alright, gorgeous, time for a little

Boom.

mind went blank-she hadn't

idea what to

completely detached, showing not the slightest intention of helping

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

sly gleam flickered in Donnelly's

me? I wouldn't mind at

practically drooling. If Isadora sat

hesitated. Between being manhandled by a disgusting stranger and choosing a devil she at least knew, she

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