Chapter 111 Get Caught

Dalton grabbed Meryl’s other hand and snapped, “Meryl, have you had enough? Aren’t you feeling embarrassed?”

“You kidding? Embarrassed? About what?” Meryl asked.

“It’s embarrassing to be laughed at. Come on. I’ll take you home.” Dalton grabbed Meryl and turned to leave.

Billy was stunned. He thought, “Did I mishear or something? Dalton actually said that he would send Meryl back. So strange. When has Dalton ever taken her seriously?”

Meryl shook Dalton’s hand away. “What’s wrong with you? In what capacity are you sending me back? I don’t want to be involved with Lydia’s man, so please stay away from me.”

The words “Lydia’s man” left Dalton stunned for several seconds.

Perhaps due to Meryl’s consistent presence and devotion to Dalton over the span of seven years, people teasingly referred to her as the “little tail” that followed behind him. But now, he had become “Lydia’s man” in Meryl’s eyes. It was as if she regarded him as an object, one that belonged only to Lydia from now on.

Meryl pushed him away, distancing herself from him.

Suddenly, a scream came from Anne. Meryl’s attention was drawn to the sound, and when she turned her head, she noticed that Dante had somehow grabbed Anne and carried her onto his shoulders. Anne didn’t notice Dante at all, only feeling an abrupt sensation of her body being lifted off the ground.

Once again, Dante hoisted Anne onto his shoulders, carrying her as if she were nothing more than a bag of sand. Anne’s face darkened instantly, and she cursed, “You bastard! Put me down now! I’m gonna continue drinking with the hot guys!”

“Hot guys? They are male gigolos. Countless women have touched them. How can they be deemed hot? Aren’t you afraid of getting infected with some disease?”

“So what? I don’t mind! At least they’re hotter than you!” Anne yelled. Anne had a sharp tongue and could always argue with him. “We’re not just drinking, but we’re gonna get a room later!”

“Hotter than me?” Dante sneered and turned around to look at the two gigolos who froze there.

“You sure? How can they compare to me? And you want to get a room with them?” Dante retorted. With a teasing glint in his eyes, he continued, “Anne, if you have needs, just let me know. As your husband, I will certainly satisfy you. But now that you took the initiative to ask, don’t cry in bed later.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Anne was carried away from her seat by Dante. Anne cursed all the way, punching and kicking him, but she couldn’t break free from Dante’s firm grasp.

Soon, the two left the bar. When the two gigolos saw that their deep pocket had gone, they immediately came to Meryl.

One of the gigolos looked at Meryl, his face flushed as he spoke, “Miss, do you need us?”

Another one took a glance at Dalton and guessed that Meryl was also caught by Dalton while she was here for fun.

“Didn’t you see her boyfriend’s here?” he told the other gigolo.

“He is not my boyfriend!” Meryl glared at Dalton fiercely and sat down.

The gigolo immediately leaned towards Meryl, causing her to become frightened and hastily stand up once again.

“You…you should just go,” she said.

The two gigolos nodded. “Then please pay the bill.”

Meryl was stunned. Anne didn’t pay the bill just now?

“How much?” she asked.

“Sixty thousand dollars.”

“Wh–what?”

“Sixty thousand dollars.”

They had only spent less than twenty minutes with them, and they wanted sixty thousand dollars?