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. Good

they could make a move, the man in the loud floral

flickered. She slowly peeled

her shoulder, sucked in a breath. Isadora's card was even lower than

"Flip your

her hand, Donnelly crowed,

Isadora's body stiffened.

"Alright, gorgeous, time for a little punishment. Pick any

Boom.

mind went blank-she hadn't expected

idea what to do. Instinctively, she glanced at

not the slightest intention of helping her

better just pick someone. Otherwise, you might end up like Mr. Oakley... These guys aren't to be

flickered in

choose me? I wouldn't mind at

If Isadora sat on his lap, he'd

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

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