Chapter 658 You Didn’t Tutor Your Woman!

Speaking of Alpha, the manager lauded him. “Back then, after Alpha’s son was born, all the parents wanted their daughters to marry him, to become Alpha’s daughter-in-law. So, when word spread that someone here resembled Alpha, many women came looking for him.”

Anabelle eyed the manager, likely a fan herself. Annabelle remarked, “Ma’am, you’re rather verbose today.”

The manager felt slighted; she was merely introducing the young man. Joyce turned to Annabelle, asking, “Annabelle, are you interested?”

After a moment, Annabelle nodded. “Yes, I’ll take him.” The other unchosen “cowherds” appeared disgruntled.

In a luxurious room, a knock sounded. Reuben entered, reporting respectfully, “Sir, we’ve located Mrs. Annabelle.”

Alpha, standing by the window, hand in his pocket, lifted his handsome eyelids. “Speak,” he commanded.

“Sir, Mrs. Midas is at a high-end clubhouse. She’s… enjoying herself.”

A frown creased Alpha’s brow. “What are you saying?”

“Sir, Mrs. Annabelle went to the clubhouse and hired a sex worker,” Reuben reported, wiping sweat from his brow.

Alpha’s features softened, then hardened. She went to buy sex! Usually, it was men who did that. He hadn’t seen her in a long time, and this was her return? He found it unbelievable.

Alpha forced a laugh, then turned to Reuben with a sharp gaze. “She went alone?”

“No, Miss Brown is with her. Miss Brown is paying.”

Alpha pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. On the other end, in a luxurious car, Damien’s phone rang. It was Alpha.

He answered, “Hello?” in a low voice.

“Where’s Joyce?” Alpha asked.

Damien’s lips tightened, his face unhappy. “Why are you asking about Joyce? When did your relationship become so close?”

“Joyce took Annabelle to a high-end clubhouse to hire a sex worker!”

Damien’s expression changed. A chill emanated from him. His lips twitched. Without a word, he instructed Aiden, “Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir,” Aiden started the car. They sped toward the clubhouse.

“Mr. Robert, you aren’t supervising Joyce properly. You should take better care of your daughter’s mother, lest she misleads others,” Alpha’s voice continued.

Damien smirked coldly, watching the neon lights blur past. “If Annabelle were truly a good woman, Joyce wouldn't have persuaded her to do this. I suspect Annabelle corrupted Joyce.”

“Mr. Robert, your assessment is charmingly naive. Joyce hired two sex workers. Congratulations, you’ve been cheated on,” Alpha retorted.

“Then, for what it’s worth, Annabelle has been cheating on you for over twenty years,” Damien countered, ending the call.

Alpha immediately blocked Damien. Their friendship was shattered. Aiden, in the driver’s seat, had overheard everything.

The women of both families were engaging in extramarital affairs, yet neither man wanted to admit his woman was at fault. It was childishly amusing.

Damien loosened his shirt, his handsome face gloomy. The previous lesson hadn’t been harsh enough for Joyce! Aiden felt Damien’s murderous aura and silently hoped Joyce was praying.

At the Reels Club, the manager rushed out as four Rolls Royces pulled up. Bodyguards swarmed the clubhouse.

The manager, terrified, wondered which wealthy person she’d offended. Aiden opened a car door, revealing Damien.

The manager stared. He was impeccably dressed. His presence commanded attention. A supermodel, she thought.

She approached him diligently. “Sir, are you here for… entertainment? I’ll fetch the most beautiful women.”

Damien stared at her impassively, then ordered in a low voice, “Destroy everything here!”

“Yes, sir.” The bodyguards began smashing the club. Screams erupted as patrons fled. The manager tried to stop them. “Don’t smash it! Why are you destroying my club? Stop!”

A bodyguard shoved her to the ground. Damien didn’t intervene, entering the hallway. Aiden pointed to a room. It was the most luxurious one. Damien couldn’t comprehend how Joyce lacked money for debts but could afford sex workers.