Right Person, Wrong Time

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Chapter 527 You’re Not Worthy

Mr. Booth leered at Whitney from head to toe. Even though he had seen countless beauties before, this was his first

time seeing a type like this. Ever since Whitney was young, her family was exceedingly well off. So, there was a

slight hint of nobility on her.

“Come, little beauty, I’ll toast to you.” Mr. Booth raised the glass at her, and before Whitney could respond, he was

already throwing his head back and downing the wine in one go.

Whitney had no choice but to grit her teeth and drink as well. The two women beside Mr. Booth also seemed to

catch on, so they coaxed the two to keep drinking. Whitney hadn’t sat down for long, but there was already more

than two bottles’ worth of wine in her stomach. Her gaze was bleary as she could only repeat her actions

mechanically, lifting her head and drinking glass after glass.

At the side, Douglas remained silent all this while. Whitney had drunk quite a lot, and her gaze was beginning to

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waver. After concluding the business talks with Mr. Booth, Douglas stood up.

“That’s settled, then. It’s getting late, so I’ll be going back now.”

Mr. Booth had already set his sights on Whitney. After the successful discussion, he didn’t say anything else as he

nodded.

“Sure. Have a safe trip, Mr. Lane. You two, see Mr. Lane out.”

The people in the room all walked out. The huge private room was soundproofed very well, and the booming music

outside could only be heard faintly within. Hence, no one in the room would hear any form of sound. Douglas exited

the club, feeling somehow irritated. He took out a cigarette and lit it, then began taking slow puffs.

His looks and aura were among the best, so as he stood at the club entrance, he instantly attracted a number of

women who approached him.

“Hey, handsome, interested in a drink?” Douglas looked indifferently at the flirting woman in front of him, exuding a

pressuring aura that warded strangers off.

“No!”

The woman originally wanted to try again, but when she saw his foul expression, she backed away in the end. When

the secretary received Douglas’ call, he rushed to the club to pick Douglas up. After Douglas got into the car, he

kept feeling a little uneasy in the back of the car.

He kept puffing on the cigarette, feeling extremely upset inside. After a while, he seemed to have regretted it as he

said to the secretary at the front, “Turn around. Go back to the club.”

Even though the secretary was curious, it was still his boss’ orders, so he braked and made a sharp turn back to the

club.

Whitney had a little too much to drink, and her whole body felt heavy as she half-leaned against the couch. The

lights in the private room were a little dim, and when her pale face was illuminated, the pink tint on her face was

clearly visible.

Now, Whitney was a little confused in her mind. The alcohol caused her body to heat up, so she reached up and

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placed a finger on her collar, tugging slightly at it.

But today, she was wearing a T-shirt, so the collar couldn’t be opened. She could only tug at it, feeling extremely

horrible. Seeing her hot and bothered, Mr. Booth grinned obscenely as he took a step forward, teasing, “Little

beauty, it feels hot, doesn’t it? If so, I can help you.”

With that, he moved forward in an attempt to help Whitney remove her clothes, but she was in a daze because of

the alcohol. She widened her eyes to look at the figure looming in front of her. She could still recognize who that

was, and she pushed the person away, saying in disdain, “Get lost.”

With that, she struggled to get up, ready to leave.

However, Mr. Booth couldn’t possibly just let his prey go. He grabbed Whitney, who was trying to leave, then said

fiercely, “You wretch, you’re already selling yourself, so why are you still pretending to be pure? Do you think you’re

honestly clean just because you wore an innocent outfit?”

When the unbearable words made their way into Whitney’s ears, fury raged within her as Whitney glared and said

in a bitter voice, “Even if I’m really selling myself, you’re not worthy!”

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