\u201cWould you like to go in?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHold on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sienna Winger had been standing outside the half-closed private room door for quite a while now. Deafening music, men\u2019s unrestrained laughter, and women\u2019s syrupy voices continuously seeped out from inside.<\/p>\n
Tim Cluncy, the manager of the club, stood half a step behind her, hunched at the waist and so nervous that he barely dared to breathe. He really had no idea what this \u201cMrs. Hale\u201d was trying to do.<\/p>\n
If she was here to catch her husband cheating, then why wasn\u2019t she going in? And if she was heartbroken about things, she seemed awfully calm instead, only staring unblinkingly at the scene inside the private room.<\/p>\n
Under the crystal chandelier, a group of wealthy young men was each accompanied by a sexy, curvaceous woman. Some were drinking, some were chatting, and some even openly groped their companions.<\/p>\n
Sienna\u2019s husband of three years, Clayton Hale, was no exception.<\/p>\n
He lounged lazily on the couch in the center of the room, his long legs crossed and a cigarette pinched between his fingers. Wisps of smoke veiled his handsome features.<\/p>\n
A woman in a fiery red dress sat flush against him, completely unbothered by the secondhand smoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Hale\u2026 You\u2019re so young, so capable, and so handsome,\u201d Valentina Cruz cooed. \u201cYou can\u2019t possibly be married yet, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clayton raised an eyebrow. The hand holding the cigarette lifted slightly, and the platinum wedding band on his finger caught the light, glimmering faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d he asked, his voice low and deep, giving away no emotion.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you\u2019re so mean,\u201d Valentina said with a feigned pout.<\/p>\n
Her gaze landed on his wedding ring, and she playfully swatted his arm. Giggling, she asked, \u201cThen\u2026 is your wife as pretty as me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clayton took a drag, exhaled slowly, and glanced sideways at Valentina with a barely-there smirk on his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? You want to be my wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
Seemingly encouraged, Valentina spoke more boldly. \u201cMr. Hale, I wouldn\u2019t mind just being your\u2026 good friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room immediately erupted in knowing, suggestive laughter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis chick sure is direct.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s way more fun than the supposedly shy ones.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Hale is probably sneezing up a storm at home right now with how much she\u2019s been mentioned.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside, sweat was already forming on Tim\u2019s forehead. Seeing that Sienna still had no intention of leaving, he raised his hand to push the door open, wanting to smooth things over.<\/p>\n
But Sienna pressed a hand on his arm to stop him.<\/p>\n
The next second, to Tim\u2019s surprise, and with great force, she kicked the half-open door wide.<\/p>\n
The door slammed hard against the wall with a dull, echoing thud. The laughter and flirting inside the room died instantly, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes snapped toward the entrance.<\/p>\n
Clayton lazily lifted his eyelids. When he saw who it was, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Sienna wore no makeup and was dressed simply. She looked so clean and understated that she appeared completely out of place in this extravagant environment. The delicate features of her face had lost their usual gentleness, replaced by cold detachment.<\/p>\n
Ignoring all the probing stares, she stormed right up to Clayton.<\/p>\n
\u201cLiving the good life, aren\u2019t we, Mr. Hale? When are you planning to replace me as your wife? Make sure to give me a heads-up so I don\u2019t get in the way of you having fun.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clayton stared at her with a complicated expression, as though he were sizing up a stranger who had suddenly barged in.<\/p>\n
Before he could speak, Valentina\u2014still pressed against him and emboldened by the earlier compliments\u2014launched into a lecture, her tone dripping with the smug superiority of someone speaking from experience.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetie, there\u2019s no need to get so worked up. It\u2019s in men\u2019s nature to have some fun, so it\u2019s perfectly normal for them to fool around a little on the side like this. Only a failure of a woman can\u2019t keep her man in check.\u201d<\/p>\n
As she spoke, she even tilted her chin at Sienna provocatively.<\/p>\n
\u201cInstead of making a scene like a shrew here, why don\u2019t you go home and reflect on what you\u2019re lacking, and why you can\u2019t hold onto Mr. Hale\u2019s heart?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell said!\u201d Miles Turner, Clayton\u2019s childhood buddy, chimed in enthusiastically, clapping his hands and enjoying the drama. \u201cYou\u2019re feisty, little lady. I like that!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sienna lazily swept a glance at the woman and shot back without missing a beat, \u201cWhat? Women like you\u2014constantly \u2018reflecting\u2019 on what you\u2019re lacking\u2014can\u2019t even find husbands in your own hometown, can you? And that\u2019s why you act like a cat in heat, always hanging around other people\u2019s trash cans, rummaging through garbage, and treating it like treasure.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words had just left her lips when she grabbed a glass from the table filled with some unknown alcohol and threw it squarely in Valentina\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
Valentina let out a shrill scream. In an instant, her arrogant, puffed-up demeanor deflated, leaving her nothing but a drenched mess. The chilled liquid dripped down her head, ruining her makeup and leaving dark stains across her red dress.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you hadn\u2019t said anything, I would\u2019ve just ignored you,\u201d Sienna said, setting the glass down and casually dusting the nonexistent dirt off her hands. \u201cBut since you insisted on asking for it, I figured I\u2019d oblige.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou bitch!\u201d Valentina screamed, trembling with rage.<\/p>\n
She turned to Clayton, her voice breaking as she complained, \u201cMr. Hale, she\u2019s crossed the line! You\u2019ve got to stand up for me!\u201d<\/p>\n
Valentina was used to wives yelling and making scenes. Besides, the man beside her showed absolutely no sign of guilt at being caught. Thus, she only grew bolder, assuming that he\u2019d back her up and teach the wife a lesson.<\/p>\n
To her surprise, however, Clayton merely brushed the splashes of alcohol off his suit jacket and coldly spat, \u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Valentina froze. Unwilling to give up, she pleaded with a pout, \u201cMr. Hale\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t say it again,\u201d Clayton said, his voice dropping lower, carrying an innate sense of authority.<\/p>\n
Valentina\u2019s face paled. She didn\u2019t dare push it and slunk away, tail between her legs.<\/p>\n
The room fell into a dead silence once again, with only the faint background music playing.<\/p>\n
Only then did Clayton lift his eyes to look at Sienna. \u201cWhy are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sienna replied breezily, \u201cTo find you, of course\u2014your mom\u2019s instructions. So be a good boy, listen to your mom, and come home.\u201d<\/p>\n
The irritation in Clayton\u2019s eyes deepened. He leaned back into the couch, his posture faintly taunting. \u201cAnd if I don\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSienna, enough already. Clayton not going home for the night isn\u2019t exactly something new,\u201d Miles jumped in again, stirring the pot.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never used to make such a fuss before\u2014what, did you get up on the wrong side of bed today? When men are out socializing, women should just wait obediently at home, not show up and cause trouble!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sienna smiled faintly and calmly sat down in a nearby armchair. \u201cAlright. In that case, let\u2019s all not make a fuss.\u201d<\/p>\n
Just as everyone assumed she was backing down and waiting for Clayton to have his fun before leaving, Sienna beckoned to Tim, who was standing at the door. \u201cBring me the tablet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh?\u201d Tim was stunned.<\/p>\n
Sienna pointed at the tablet in his hands and repeated clearly, \u201cThe tablet. Didn\u2019t you tell me at the door that you have a huge variety of male strippers here? They all have great bodies, and they provide exceptional service, right? Isn\u2019t that this club\u2019s specialty?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled sweetly. \u201cMight as well. I have some free time now, so I\u2019ll personally do some sampling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cold sweat poured down Tim\u2019s back. He sneaked a glance at Clayton, whose expression was utterly stony, and stammered, \u201cMrs. Hale, th-that might not be appropriate\u2026 Mr. Hale\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re rambling,\u201d Sienna said flatly.<\/p>\n
She stood up, walked over, and snatched the tablet from Tim\u2019s hands. Then, she sat back down on the armchair and began swiping through the screen as if no one else existed, her fingers moving rapidly.<\/p>\n
Photos of young, handsome, male strippers with sculpted physiques flashed by one after another. Sienna even commented thoughtfully as she browsed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot this one. His abs are way too exaggerated, like a steel plate. I bet they are uncomfortable to touch. No thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, this one\u2019s not bad. Lean muscle, smooth lines. And you can tell right away they\u2019re firm but bouncy, so it must be incredible to touch. Love it.\u201d<\/p>\n
With every word she spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop more and more, and to say Clayton\u2019s expression was stormy was an understatement.<\/p>\n
Miles stared at Sienna in shock. Unable to hold back any longer, he blurted out, \u201cSienna Winger! Have you lost your mind?\u201d<\/p>\n
But Sienna didn\u2019t even lift her head. \u201cWhat? You men throw yourselves at anything that moves, so what\u2019s wrong with me enjoying myself a little? I\u2019m still young anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miles was rendered completely speechless.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one\u2019s way too tall. My neck will hurt just looking up at him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! This one\u2019s good!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sienna\u2019s eyes seemed to light up as her finger stopped on a photo.<\/p>\n
\u201cNice, trim waist, and the best part is he\u2019s got that cool, pale skin tone. Just my type.\u201d<\/p>\n
After some deliberation, she finally settled on her picks. She handed the tablet to Tim, whose face looked as if he had just eaten a really sour lemon, and spoke as calmly as if she were ordering food.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese three will do. Tell them to hurry over. I\u2019m just too excited.\u201d<\/p>\n
A man\u2019s displeased voice suddenly rang out in the private room. \u201cAre you done messing around?\u201d<\/p>\n
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