Chapter 110 I Won’t Allow It!

The other club dancer, who had a more dominant aura, frowned when Meryl turned him down.

But before the situation could get awkward, Anne quickly stepped in. “No worries, you stay here too. Let me feel those abs.”

Meryl couldn’t help but avert her eyes, finding the scene a bit too much.

Suddenly, Meryl felt someone’s gaze fixed intently on her from not too far away. She instinctively turned around but saw nothing.

The club dancer poured drinks for Anne and incidentally poured one for Meryl, too.

As he brought the glass to Anne’s lips, Meryl leaned in and whispered, “Anne, take it easy.”

She subtly gestured to Anne’s stomach, reminding her that she was still pregnant and shouldn’t push it too far.

Not far off, Dalton’s brow was furrowed.

From the moment Meryl walked in, he noticed her. She had chosen the most conspicuous spot in the bar, sitting with her back straight as if daring him not to see her.

Dalton’s lips curled into a sneer.

Meryl’s recent public confession to Chandler had caused quite a stir, and as her ex, Dalton had also felt the sting of embarrassment.

Everyone seemed to think Meryl had done it out of spite, that she had been so bold as to hook up with Chandler just to humiliate Dalton.

In Dalton’s mind, it was all a case of love turning into hate.

He thought to himself, “Is Meryl here, in this obvious spot, because she knew I’d be having my bachelor party here tonight? Is she trying to get my attention on purpose? Can she not keep up the act anymore?”

Seeing Meryl engage with the club dancer, who eyed her suggestively and even seemed about to embrace her, Dalton narrowed his eyes.

“She wants my attention, but this is going too far,” Dalton thought, feeling increasingly uneasy. He couldn’t just sit there anymore.

Billy, who had been busy kissing the bunny girl in his arms, noticed Dalton suddenly pick up his drink and walk off. He immediately pushed the girl aside.

“Dalton, where are you going?”

Most of the notable figures in Kingsdom were at Midnight Bar tonight.

Several had already noticed Dalton standing in front of Meryl.

Perhaps it was the collective gaze of everyone or the growing murmurs around that caught Dante’s attention.

He followed their line of sight, and then his eyes narrowed sharply.

“Damn it! What is she doing?”

Anne was sitting between two club dancers, feeling their abs!

Dante felt a surge of jealousy and anger.

However, the crowd’s focus was on Meryl and Dalton. Their drama had been so public that everyone wanted to see what would happen next. Few noticed Anne’s antics.

Dante instinctively glanced at Chandler’s seat, but it was empty.

Then he remembered Chandler had gone to the restroom ten minutes ago and probably wasn’t aware of the situation.

Dante quickly texted Chandler to come back immediately and then strode towards Anne with determination.

In the center of the bar, Dalton glared at Meryl, clearly displeased.

Meryl subconsciously raised her eyes and met Dalton’s gaze directly.

“Meryl! You’re here with a club dancer?”

Meryl hadn’t expected to run into Dalton here, but her expression remained composed. “What does it matter to you?”

The dancers were Anne’s idea, but she didn’t mind using them to her advantage.

Dalton’s face darkened, feeling a mix of anger and frustration.

He grabbed Meryl, pulling her away from the dancer. “I won’t allow it!”

Meryl stumbled and nearly fell into Dalton’s arms.

Meryl stumbled but quickly steadied herself.

“Dalton, you’re overstepping. My business is none of your concern! Are you out of your mind?”

With that, she tried to shake off his grip.

But he held on too tightly. Enraged, Meryl raised her hand and slapped him across the face.