10:00 p.m. at Perfect Bar

"It's finally my turn. Isabella, listen to the question. Who is the man you desire the most?"

Isabella Smith was gulping down a large glass of beer with squinted eyes. She gave a loud belch at the question. "It's so boring. I choose 'Dare'."

Someone sneered.

Jane West across the table shouted, "You are an adult now. Why don't you dare to tell the truth?"

"Cut the crap."

Isabella thumped her glass on the table and said, "I choose 'Dare' today!"

"Well, alright. In this case, let's do something exciting."

Jane looked around and pointed at a man sitting alone not far away. "Handsome men with good shapes are said to be gay. Go ask that man if he is gay."

Isabella turned around and saw a stylish man sitting in the middle of the noisy bar.

He had broad shoulders and slender waist. His side face looked handsome.

He propped his forehead on his left hand and tilted the dark brown liquor in the glass with his right hand. A fine ruby ring on his little finger was dazzling.

At first glance, he looked like a wealthy and handsome man from some dignified family...

Alright. It was very likely that the man would tell her off if she asked him such a question...

But no matter what, she couldn't drink anymore today.

Isabella looked at her target and pondered.

The man sat in an upright posture with an elegant demeanor. He looked refined and extraordinary even in this noisy bar.

He should be a self-possessed person with good upbringing.

Even he would be offended with her question, he might not make a big deal of it.

After she calculated inwardly, Isabella stood up and snorted confidently. "It's easy."

"Wait."

Her friends shouted, "If you manage to get his phone number, you will have our meal cards for a few days."

"Really?"

Isabella asked with delighted surprise, "How about one week?"

"Deal."

Her friends cheered. Isabella raised her head and straightened up. She picked up a glass of beer and walked towards her target...

"Hello, hottie..."

Isabella climbed onto the chair beside the man and sat down, smiling charmingly, "Are you alone?"

The man put down his left hand that was propping his forehead, revealing his entire face.

Isabella was so shocked that she almost bit her tongue.

The man in front of her was stunning...

He had a sharp-featured face with long bushy brows.

His eyes were ebony with cold aloofness and calm ferocity.

He looked familiar. And his demeanor...

He looked distant and unapproachable.

The man took an indifferent glance at Isabella and said, "What do you want?"

Wow. He had a velvety and deep voice.

Isabella swallowed and came back to her senses. "Hottie, don't be angry. I just want to ask you a question. Give me one minute."

"One minute?"

The man sneered, as if he had heard a big joke. "Why do I have to waste one minute on you?"

Sure enough, he was an aloof cool guy.

Isabella smiled flatteringly. "If you can answer the question, I'll ask my friends to buy you a drink. What do you think?"

If this cool guy accepted her invitation, her friends would definitely scream with joy!

The man finally looked at Isabella.

He stared at her with deep dark eyes and then drank his wine elegantly, saying, "I'll consider it if you treat me."

Anyway, she didn't have to pay tonight. Isabella looked at the sexy curve of the man's throat and swallowed. "Deal!"

"Go ahead."

"You..."

When Isabella saw that the man got softened, she got bold. She leaned forward and said tactfully, "Could you please tell me if you are homosexual?"

The music was loud, and the man didn't seem to catch her. He frowned. "What did you say?"

"I say, are you gay...?"

Before she finished her question, the music suddenly stopped.

A short silence fell upon the bar, and Isabella's loud voice was clearly heard...

All of a sudden, everyone quickly looked at them.

The bar was deathly still...

A small noise was heard.

The man put down his glass calmly and looked at Isabella again with a faint smile.

People started to stand up around Isabella and the man.

Some of them were wearing black suits.

Some had tattooed arms the size of Isabella's waist.

Isabella glanced around in confusion. When she realized that they were staring at her ferociously, she felt that something was wrong. She rose to her feet and said, "Well, handsome, I have something to do. I'll be off..."

"Let go of me! Help! I'm being kidnapped..."

A short time afterwards, her deafening scream was heard in the hallway outside the presidential suite on the ninth floor of Perfect Bar.

A burly man opened a door and pushed her inside, shutting the door.

She thumped on the door.

"Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me in broad daylight? You are committing a crime!"

Isabella fell on her bottom and quickly got up, thumping at the door. "What do you want? Let me out!"

"What do we want?"

Someone giggled and teased her, "Little girl, didn't you try to attract the attention of Mr. Joseph by asking him that kind of question? He'll come over and tell you the answer with action."

"Damn you!"

Isabella violently kicked the door. "I didn't mean that! This is a misunderstanding!"

"But we all saw that you tried to hook up with Mr. Joseph!

"You!"

It was useless to argue with them. These people might not be good at all.

Isabella stopped shouting and collected herself. She had to think of another way and escape!

Climb the rope made of the sheets?

No way. She was on the ninth floor!

She might die from the fall, or get caught if she survived.

There were wine bottles in the wine cabinet. Should she sneak on him and hit his head with a bottle?

That wouldn't work!

What if he strangled her to death if she failed to knock him out and provoked him?

She had made a big mistake tonight...

Who exactly was this man? He looked like a decent person, but he led a group of hooligans.

This seems to be a high-end presidential suite with kitchen and study...

She had an idea!

Fifteen minutes later, the door was pushed open.

The young man stood at the door against the light.

Isabella sat on the bed in her bathrobe and rubbed her slender legs with a shy face, saying sweetly, "Hottie, you're finally here."

The man was tall with a height of at least six feet. He wore a black well-cut jacket.

The collar of his white shirt was unbuttoned, giving him a wild touch.

His legs were slender and straight, and his figure was perfect. Besides, his face was charming and handsome.

He made an image of elegance and charm.

Unfortunately, the moment he spoke, the image instantly collapsed.

He asked bluntly, "Do you prefer to do it on the front or at the back?"

Isabella was taken aback, but she immediately flustered her long eyelashes and said sweetly, "I like to take the initiative..."

The man sneered.

He walked to the bedside and held the back of Isabella's head, giving her a long and aggressive kiss. "You look good. Things would be simple if you get to the point. You don't have to offend me."

Isabella was startled.

The kiss was too sudden. Isabella clutched the sheets tightly and resisted the urge to punch at him. She hastily pushed the man away and said with seductive eyes, "Didn't I say that I would take the initiative?"

"A real flirt?"

A cold look flashed across the man's eyes, and he pinched Isabella's chin. "My guess is right. You are not simple at all."

'Damn you!'

Isabella cursed inwardly, but she pulled the man to sit on the bed with a smile, saying flatteringly, "That's not true. I'm very simple!"

The man smiled frivolously, "Then don't disappoint me."

"Of course!"

Isabella reached out and smilingly caressed the man's handsome face. When he finally closed his eyes, her sweet face spread in a ferocious smile.

"But I never like to hook up with a gay like you!"

Hiss...

She sprayed some spicy pepper water to his face, and the man involuntarily covered his eyes. She grabbed a wine bottle hidden under the pillow and hit at the man's lower abdomen. "Have a taste of the super-hot pepper water from the presidential suite, Pervert!"

A groan was heard.

The man grimaced at the pain.

"Help! Help!" Her plan worked. Isabella quickly jumped out of bed and opened the door. She pretended to straightened up her bathrobe, shouting at the bodyguards outside in feigned terror, "Your boss seems to get sick suddenly! Go check on him! Now!"

"What? Something happened to Mr. Joseph?"

The burly men outside rushed in the room when they heard the man's painful groan. Isabella grinned and opened the door, quickly sneaking away...

In the room, the man pushed away his bodyguards and said, "Where is that woman?"

"That woman? Oh no! Damn it! That woman ran away!"

"You are a bunch of trash!"

The man roared angrily, but he soon clutched his stomach in pain. He said with a pale and gloomy face, "Search for her now! Even if you have to comb the whole city, you have to catch this damn woman. She dares to fool me, Joseph Wilson, and I'll give her hell!"

When Isabella saw the strong men go downstairs to search for her, she grinned in the corner of the stairwell and went upstairs.

After that, she calmly changed her clothes and leisurely left Perfect Bar...

When Isabella rushed back home, it was well past ten o'clock at night.

The iron gate squeaked as she pushed it open.

She tiptoed inside.

"Lukas..."

After she took a few steps, she heard a man panting heavily and a woman groaning softly behind the holly trees. She turned around in shock.

Two figures were kissing passionately and tangling together, their clothes in disarray.

The man was handsome and attractive. He was Lukas Shaw, a popular star in the domestic film industry.

The charming woman in his arms was her sister Rosy.

"Isabella, you're back."

When he heard the door open, Lukas released Rosy and elegantly straightened his clothes.

Rosy didn't care to hide her bare bosom and shoulders at all, glancing at Isabella defiantly. "Do you enjoy the show, Isabella?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Isabella recovered from her shock and awkwardly took two steps back. "Please continue. I'll be off."

"Wait."

Lukas stopped her with a pleasant voice. He walked over and stroked Isabella's hair. "Isabella, why is your hair wet?"

"Well... our drama club had a dinner party today. The game went out of hand, and I got wet."

Isabella looked at his slender and good-looking fingers from the corner of her eye, telling a lie without thinking.

"Go back and get dry now. Don't catch a cold." Lukas patted Isabella on the shoulder, revealing a bright smile. "Your father seems to have something to discuss with you."

"Okay."

"Wait, Isabella!" Rosy shouted.

Isabella turned around, puzzled. "Rosy, what's up?"

"Our engagement party is to be held next month."

Rosy leaned in Lukas’ arms, her eyes glinting with warning and complacency. "So you'd better restrain yourself these days and don't cause any trouble to the family."

"Okay. I got it."

When Isabella saw Lukas hug Rosy tenderly, she looked down to conceal the disappointment in her eyes and quickly ran into the house...

Carl Smith and Rosa Flores were sitting on the sofa and sipping tea on the first floor. Isabella opened the door and walked lightly. She carefully greeted, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

"It's so late. Where did you go?" Carl sat on the main seat and watched TV, asking without looking at her.

Rosa looked at Isabella nervously.

"The school drama club had a dinner party, so I come back late, Isabella whispered, "I'm sorry, Dad. Next time..."

"Come sit down first. I have something to tell you."

Isabella paused and then sat beside Rosa gingerly.

"There's a party in Room 608 at Empire Entertainment Center tomorrow night. It starts at eight o'clock."

Carl took a box from the table and threw it to Isabella. "Wear this and seize the opportunity."

The box came apart, revealing a short black lace dress. Isabella stiffened. "Dad, what party is it? Why do I need to wear this kind of dress?"

"Anyway, it's a rave party for young people." Carl squinted. "What, you don't like the dress that I bought you?"

"I, I like it."

Isabella pinched her palm and said, "Thank you, Dad. I will be there on time tomorrow."

"Well, then..."

"No! No!"

Rosa suddenly burst out and knelt on the floor, grabbing Carl's trousers. "Carl, please, don't ask Isabella to go to that kind of party. You're pushing her into the hell!"

"You are a crazy woman! Why are you talking about?"

Carl, who had been gentle and refined just now, instantly flew into a rage. He grabbed Rosa's hair and said with a ferocious expression, "Who do you think is pushing her into the hell?"

"Dad!" Seeing that things were going wrong, Isabella quickly knelt down and grabbed Carl's wrist. "I didn't say no! Don't hit Mom!"

"No!"

Rosa was a victim of domestic violence, and she was scared of Carl like a mouse fearing a cat.

However, she was extremely resolute and brave now. She raised her voice and protested, "What rave party? She can't go. It's simply a party for the rich young men..."

Slap!

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Carl slapped Rosa, "What an ungrateful thing! I'll beat you up today!"

"Dad! No!"

Isabella quickly stood in front of Rosa. She was shivering in fear, but she said, "Dad, if you are angry, hit me. Stop hitting my mom!"

"You are going to the party tomorrow with that face! Get lost!"

"No! Dad! If you hit my mom, I'll scratch my face!"

"You..."

"Heavens! You're so noisy!"

The door was kicked open abruptly. Rosy entered with an impatient expression. "You are crying all day. I'm sick of you!"

Carl saw Rosy and quickly changed the way he talked. He asked gently, "Rosy, has Lukas left? Have you decided to get engaged next month?"

"Of course." Rosy glanced at Rosa and Isabella with disdain and pouted, "Dad, if you want to discipline them, go to the basement. It's so noisy here. I'm going to sleep."

"Okay. I got it."

Carl smiled and said, "My sweet princess is going to marry a superstar. Go to bed now. I promise I won't disturb your beauty sleep."

"No! We're not going to the basement!"

Isabella screamed in horror, "Dad, please, don't take us to that terrible basement!"

"If you don't want to go there, go back to your room now. Dress up and go to Empire Entertainment Center tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay! I promise! I promise!"

Carl snorted coldly and dragged Rosa back to their room.

Isabella watched them go away, biting her lips tolerantly...

...

At 7:40 p.m. the next day in Empire Entertainment Center.

A black Audi MPV pulled over at the glittering gate.

Inside the car, Carl said coldly, "Isabella, it's fine that you don't behave yourself at home, but we can't afford to offend anyone at the party tonight. If you screw this up..."

Carl's eyes were evidently filled with violence and threats. Isabella nodded compliantly, "I know what you mean. I will be good."

"That's great."

Carl smiled. "You are like your mother. Although you are stubborn, you are beautiful. Actually, I want to create opportunities for you to meet rich people. All the men who come today are rich and powerful. If you can seize this opportunity, you might be able to marry into a good family like your mother. If she hadn't married me, she might be leading a difficult life with you.'

Well, if it were not for the difficulties, Rosa wouldn't have married Carl and she would not be a victim of domestic violence shedding tears all day.

Which life was harder? Getting into debt, or getting abused?

"I understand, Dad. I will seize the opportunity."

No matter how Isabella felt, she had no choice but to agree.

"Do your best. You don't have to go home tonight."

"Okay."

The car slowly drove away, leaving behind Isabella in a sexy slip dress.

She looked at the grand and hopping building, smiling in self-mockery.

This was life. Since she couldn't resist it, enjoy it!

Anyway, as the second daughter of the Smiths, she had never been to such a luxurious place before, so it wouldn't hurt if she went in and had a feast!

At Room 608, Empire Entertainment Center

After she turned in the invitation letter and entered the room, Isabella saw a scene of feasting and revelry.

As Isabella looked at the sexy women around her, she cursed inwardly.

It was indeed a rave party.

"A beauty is coming in alone."

"Wow, what a hot figure!"

Two men, one in black and the other in white, came up to her with goblets in their hands. White Suit directly wrapped around Isabella's shoulders and said, "Beauty, may I have your name?"

"Isabella, the daughter of Carl Smith from Smith Design."

Isabella introduced herself, which was required by Carl. She moved away the arm that the man had placed on her shoulder in disgust. However, she smiled and said, "It's too hot. I'm sweating from walking here."

"Do you feel hot in such a dress?"

Black Suit kept looking at Isabella's good figure. "The air conditioning in the private room functions well. Why don't we go cool off for a while?"

"No way." Isabella sweetly refused. "I haven't had any fun yet. I don't want to leave now."

"Alright. Let's have fun. Let's go, Beauty. I'll treat you to a drink."

"Thank you."

She had entered this place, and she would get hit if she went back without accomplishing her mission, so Isabella agreed to go with them and thought of a way out later.

When they were about to go, they suddenly heard a loud noise. A man in punk costume held a woman and bumped against the bar before them. The woman wrapped her two silky legs around the man's waist, and the man held the woman tight in his arms, his clothes unbuttoned. They kissed each other passionately and writhed as if they got high.

Isabella frowned, feeling something was wrong. When she was about to take a closer look, she heard the crowd applaud and cheer at the couple. The woman smiled, baring her shoulders and bosom, and seductively blew kisses at everyone. She didn't mind at all being watched. Instead, she seemed very proud of herself.

Isabella took a step back in shock. These people were too shameless...

White Suit wrapped his arm around her waist and laughed. "Which do you prefer? Having fun with the crowd or alone with us?"

She guessed that this place would be definitely nasty, but she had never expected it to be so disgusting!

These two people actually did such a nasty thing in front of so many people, and they didn't mind the cheering...

She suddenly recalled the unfinished words of her mother, who got stopped by the beating.

A party for the rich young men...

What party was this? A sex party of course!

Isabella shuddered, finally realizing she was in a far worse place than she had expected. She turned around, intending to escape. "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll see you guys later."

"Wait!"

Black Suit quickly blocked Isabella's way and said with displeasure, "Beauty, why do you go to the bathroom before you take a seat? Don't you like to have fun with us?"

Isabella's heart sank. She tried her best to feign calmness, saying sweetly with a smile, "Hottie, don't get me wrong. I need to answer nature's call. I had some cold drinks at dinner, and now I have loose bowels. You guys should have fun first."

"Only you are available now. Who are we going to hang out with if you leave?"

White Suit grabbed Isabella's wrist with shrewd eyes. "You can go, but you have to help us ease our loneliness first."

"Ease your loneliness?"

Looking at the wicked smile on White Suit's face, Isabella had a bad feeling. Her legs felt weak. "How?"

"Help me ask that guy in the corner." White Suit blushed with shyness. "Ask him if he likes to hang out with us for a while."

Isabella paused for a moment and looked in the direction that White Suit pointed.

There was a man drinking alone in the corner.