Jonathan, what's going on? Isabella made a mistake, and you gave her a lesson—fine. But do you really love Anna that much?

"Teah, Anna's just a woman," one brother scoffed. "Beside your status, what woman can't you have?"

"Are you really going to keep chasing her? You should show her that without her, you can have many other women and live better. That way, she'll come back to you."

"Trah, and nothing will be better. Just find a few girls who look like Anna and have them learn from her. It'll be the same!"

The brothers casually tried to comfort him, though over the years they'd witnessed Jonathan's deep feelings for Anna and found it pointless. They were surrounded by women, but Jonathan was different. Was Anna really that great? This question revealed that they, too, were tempored by this lifestyle. Countless times, they'd tried to end Jonathan and Anna's relationship, even feeling jealous. As self-proclaimed playboys, they'd met countless women and had long since forgotten how to treat people with genuine feelings. To them, women were mere playthings. But Jonathan was the odd one out. Although they had a good relationship with him, they secretly desired to bring him down to their level, to turn him into someone like them. Jonathan accepting Isabella's apology meant he had finally become just like them. They didn't understand his sorrow and regret. She was just a woman. What was so special about her?

But when Jonathan heard their dismissive remarks about Anna, rage surged in his chest. He grabbed the nearest bottle and started smashing it over their heads, one by one. He didn't hold back. No one intervened. Even though he'd drunk a lot, his blows were sharp, quick, and precise. Those who tried to step in ended up with bruised faces. Before long, the room was filled with men lying on the floor.

"Anna is my life! Mention her again, and I'll deal with your families too! I won't let you off!" Jonathan said coldly.

The room fell into complete silence. Everyone, not daring to move an inch, was stunned. This was the angriest they'd ever seen him. They were as timid as sparrows.

After a long while, the oppressive atmosphere eased only when Jonathan started drinking again. Finally regaining control, he suppressed his anger and stepped outside to call Anna's manager.

"Find a woman in the photo and others who look like her—the closer, the better. Get them here as soon as possible." The man glared coldly at the photo of Anna on his phone, sending a copy to the manager as well.

The man had connections with several high-end clubs in the city, so it wasn't hard to arrange for several girls to serve the influential men. Soon, a girl who resembled Anna by about 70 percent knocked on the private room door.

"Excuse meare you the ones who ordered service?" she hesitantly asked, pushing a cart with drinks and snacks into the room.

When the door opened, the others in the room were surprised—the girl did look a bit like Anna, though younger and more innocent-looking. They exchanged glances and gestured for the girl to go to Jonathan. They smiled condescendingly, not thinking Jonathan would use this ploy.

"Sir, is this the drink you ordered?" The girl stood before Jonathan, gently addressing him.