Chapter 110: The woman taking photos outside the window

Chapter 110: The woman taking photos outside the window

Chapter 110: The woman taking photos outside the window

“I never expected the famous Coach Biggie to be so young. You must have just come of age, right?” Victoria held her wine glass, her expression sultry, her gaze occasionally sweeping over Ethan’s crotch.

“Hmm, I just look a bit young,” Ethan replied with a smile, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

His skill, Hard as a Rock, allowed him to be ready for action at any moment.

But he couldn’t control its size at will.

The length of his dick pushed up a large bulge in his pants, which was particularly noticeable when he sat down.

“Miss Victoria, don’t you like young, handsome men?”

He felt his lines were getting cheesier by the minute, especially in this dim, suggestive atmosphere, where cheesy pickup lines just rolled off the tongue.

Victoria’s eyes held a suggestive glint as she moved her gaze from his crotch back to his face. “Hmm, you’re so handsome, why do you always perform wearing a mask?”

Ethan chuckled bitterly, picking up a bottle of wine and pouring her another glass. “Life is always full of regrets.”

Victoria paused, nodding deeply, her expression turning melancholic as she looked at her wine glass.

Ethan squinted,it was just as he had suspected. The last time he saw Victoria, she had gone home drunk instead of going to a hotel with male escorts.

He had sought out Leo Chapman, a male escort who often accompanied her. From Leo, he learned that Victoria always drank to excess.

Her personal life wasn’t exactly pristine, much like a woman wounded by love.

Ethan had begun to suspect that Victoria’s husband was currently in the hospital, about to kick the bucket.

Yet here she was, looking like a woman heartbroken by love.

If she loved her husband, she should be by his bedside, not drowning her sorrows in a gentlemen’s club.

And if she didn’t love her husband but another man, she should be happy, waiting for her husband to die so she could inherit his wealth and be with the man she loved.

Victoria’s current reaction was quite abnormal.

Unfortunately, Leo always flirted with her, and with many clients, he couldn’t provide a clear explanation of her complaints.

“It seems Miss Victoria has her regrets too,” Ethan raised his glass. “To regrets.”

“To regrets,” Victoria responded, her mood shifting as she clinked glasses with him.

She downed her drink in one go, then turned her gaze back to his crotch. “Coach Biggie, are those performances of yours on stage for real?”

“Of course, you think they’re fake?” Ethan was clear about his goal—to keep her drinking.

Victoria, slightly tipsy, chuckled. “Hmm, using your dick to open a bottle, that doesn’t seem humanly possible.”

Then she coughed, clutching her chest.

“Take it slow, no rush,” Ethan said calmly.

Victoria initially thought Ethan would let her rest, but after a moment, he urged her to continue, realizing he was just concerned she might choke.

You’re actually quite decent.

Ethan then performed opening a bottle with his 10-inch “Pecker” and swinging it under his jaw.

The display left Victoria dizzy, nearly causing a concussion.

“Miss Victoria, you don’t love your husband, do you?” Ethan whispered into her ear.

By now, Victoria was nearly unconscious and instinctively responded, “Hmph, he’s a liar, a big liar! Impotent! Useless!”

“Hmm?” Ethan frowned, sensing juicy gossip, and leaned in closer, “He’s about to die, aren’t you happy about that?”

“Huh?” Victoria’s eyes suddenly opened, but she was still groggy, “You... who are you, how do you know?”

“You just told me, your husband has terminal cancer, and his brother is taking care of him every day,” Ethan whispered into her ear, manipulating the narrative.

Hearing about her brother-in-law, Victoria shuddered.

Ethan felt he was onto something crucial, about to speak further, but then saw her collapse onto the coffee table, passed out.

“Ah, so close.”

Ethan’s expression was complex. Although he hadn’t gotten a clear answer, he had some ideas forming.

He called over the club manager, Zoe, to take care of Victoria.

After leaving the gentlemen’s club, Ethan saw Blair sitting in the car.

“Where to?” Blair asked, putting down his phone.

“Hold on, I need to make a call.” Ethan took out his phone, dialed a series of numbers, and the call connected after a few rings.

A puzzled male voice answered, “Hello, who is this?”

“It’s me, Ethan,” he said directly, “Joseph, your brother asked me to investigate Victoria’s affair, but she confessed that her lover is you.”

“It’s not like she said!” Joseph blurted out, then hesitated on the other end of the line.

“Hmm, let’s talk about this.” Ethan had just finished speaking when he noticed a woman outside the car taking photos of him with her phone.

“Officer Jessica?” Ethan was taken aback.