Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 104 Just Want to Sink

The luxurious and grand nightclub is a mix of ancient Roman and modern elements, with black paint

lining the walls of the club in a dark and unpredictable way.

Belle sat at the table, her face flushed and her eyes misty. The human weaknesses of laziness, greed

and lust are revealed one by one in the catwalk sitting in front of the bar.

When the bartender handed Belle the strong alcohol called "Seven Colours of Light", she drank it

without hesitation and after three glasses in a row, she couldn't tell where she was anymore!

Her eyes were full of blood red bed sheet and Calvin's disgusted eyes, the bitterness in her heart was

getting bigger and bigger. Even if she was innocent, he wouldn't care about her, all along he never

believed in her, even when the truth came out, he walked away coldly and even went to comfort Lexie.

She's nothing!

She staggered to her feet, all the figures in front of her were shifting and overlapping, she could no

longer tell whether they were good or bad, women or men, she could only see the faces of hypocrites

and laughing debauchers all over the world. She smiled alone, tears flowed from her eyes, her body

was so weak and she soon fell back down.

Her world is destined to have no tomorrow, no future. In her mind were her father's death, her mother's

wounds, and endless emptiness and desolation.

Calvin just used her to complete the design of the company's car, obsessed with her body. Why did she

fall in love with him? Why did she choose to marry him? If not, she would be happy now.

This is her sorrow, her life.

"Calvin, you bastard, you are hypocritical and arrogant, thinking that I will bend over backwards to be

your wife like Lexie?" Belle's mind drifted and she muttered, "I'm telling you, I won't, I simply despise

you holding my mother's illness against me, shouting at me. I despise you, even if you don't love me,

there will be someone else to love me."

"Fill my glass," she yelled, reaching towards the bartender, wanting to indulge herself completely.

"Miss, you're drunk." The bartender saw Belle's unclear demeanour. She was not a regular customer

here, so probably she just came over to have a drink. But it was not safe for a woman to drink to drown

her sorrows alone, so he kindly reminded her.

"No, I'm not drunk, I'm still sober. I'm telling you, I've got plenty of money, I will pay you." She slapped

the table and called out, pulling a gold card out of her pocket, "There's enough money here to pay for

the drinks."

The bartender shook his head, knowing that there was no way to dissuade her, that it was his duty not

to meddle in the affairs of his customers, so he had to bring her another glass of alcohol.

"It's so hot," Belle, who had never drunk alcohol before, felt unbearably hot and agitated, pulling the

dress around her neck with her hands. That was the dress Calvin bought for her, which covered her

neck. She was so hot that she pulled the collar open.

"I bet this chick will pass out drunk after one more drink." A man in the nightclub had been watching

her. He was sitting on a black painted wooden chair, beside him stood two lascivious men, staring at

Belle and smiling wickedly, one of them said to the man on chair.

"This chick looks familiar, I always think I've seen her somewhere before." The man standing on the

other side said with some confusion.

The man in char was Bill, the underground boss in A City. He was about thirty years old, with a long

scar carved into his grim face. At the moment he is rubbing his chin with his right hand, his eyes fixed

on Belle, seemingly contemplating something.

"It's too hot." Belle pulled open her clothes. The clothes were so tight that even if they were ripped

open, they only revealed a trivial bone, and even then, the trivial bone was so tempting in the night.

The man who had been stimulated by alcohol to the point of losing his sanity was emitting male

hormones, and his hunter-like eyes were looking for an object to give vent to.

Immediately, several men approached towards Belle, their eyes straying to her chest, their evil eyes

looking straight down, eager to immediately rip off all the clothes on her chest.

"Miss, what's bothering you? Tell me, I will relieve your sorrow, okay?" A man holding a wine glass,

lightly shaking the red wine, his words were very frivolous.

Another man had already reached out and touched her head, smiling evilly, “Miss, it's no fun to get

drunk alone, we will keep you company, and you will be happy."

"Go away, don't touch me."

She wanted to remove the hand from her head, but she had no strength to lift it, and her head was

even dizzy, but she was not yet so drunk that she was unconscious. She knew those men were not

kind, so she had regret that she should not have come to this place to get drunk.

But it's too late now, she's not even capable of normal behaviour!

"Miss, we are the best at drinking with women to relieve boredom, come on, drink this first." A man

grabbed her hair, lifted her head and passed the glass of wine in his hand to Belle's mouth.

"No." She was so dizzy, she shook her head and Mombled.

But then another large hand reached over and clamped her jaw, the pain hit her and she immediately

opened her mouth wide, and the spicy alcohol had been poured into her stomach.

At this, Belle was completely drunk.

Her stomach felt like a volcano erupting, her eyes were full of black stars, everything was shaking, and

she collapsed limply at the table, unable to lift her head any longer.

"Haha. She's already drunk as hell, let's take her for some fun." The men were trying to get Belle into

the box.

"Boss, let that chick get raped by those men? What a pity." The man beside Bill lamented.

The scars on Bill's face twisted, an inexplicable smile floating at the corners of his mouth as he spoke

indifferently, "What's the hurry? She won’t die."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the door of the nightclub was kicked open with a bang and a cold

breeze ran in.

A slender man, casually dressed, with a steady, sharp gaze, came in, his face covered in anxiety and

restlessness.

As soon as Calvin entered the nightclub, the imposing aura and noble aura he exuded from his body

immediately attracted the eyes of many young girls, causing them to scream out, "So handsome!"

"Handsome, come and play." They gathered around, each scrambling to be the first to call out, their

faces full of obsession.

In such a place, sincerity and decency are the last thing needed, and the ultimate goal of all the men

and women who come in is to have fun and spend money for pleasure. As Calvin showed up, he

attracted all the eyes of women, whose spirit lit up.

Calvin's sullen gaze swept around and he expressionlessly pushed away the women surrounding him

and walked towards the bar.

His face was all black and the light in his eyes was discreet!

A few men were about to pick up Belle and walk towards a private room.

Belle was delirious, her cheeks red, her hair covering her face.

Damn it, the clothes on her chest had been ripped off by two buttons, although the inside could not be

seen, it was even more attractive. A man would want to pull off the clothes on her chest to see inside.

Calvin's face was sullen.

Anger burst out of his eyes. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

And the damned pairs of dirty hands were even wrapped around her shoulders, and one man had his

arms around her feet, with an evil light in his eyes.

With a bang, Calvin picked up a wine glass from the wine cabinet and threw it at the back of a man's

head.

The glass hit that man’s head and then scattered on the ground. In pain, the man realised he had been

attacked and felt the blood on his hand, and howled out, "Who the hell dared to hit me?"

Calvin coldly smiled, picked up another wine glass on the table, put it in his mouth and blew on it, and

smashed it towards the hand that was holding Belle's shoulder. Instantly, there was a miserable

scream, and blood burst out from the man's hand like a gush.

"There's been a fight." Men and women screamed in all sorts of ways, all rushing towards.

Calvin picked up the tea cups on the wine table, two in one hand, about to shoot out, but the men were

immediately scared, screaming wildly, “Security, there are people here to commit murder."

"Coward." Calvin sneered, the wine cups in his hands spun in circles, emitting a piercing arcane light.

His nimble fingers flipping up and down, he was at ease, soon the four cups shot out towards the men

who were fleeing, soon blood flowed down from the foreheads of the four men, the bar was shaken by

their screams.

Calvin clapped his hands and walked towards Belle who had fallen to the ground, crouched down and

took her into his arms.

Several strong security guards quickly rushed over.

One of the security came forward and soon saw Calvin, his face was stunned and he froze for a

moment. When he understood what was going on, he immediately had a humble attitude and was full

of smiles, "Mr. Harvey, you are here."

Calvin's stern eyes gazed at Belle who had passed out drunkenly in his arms, and he spoke morosely,

"Get your manager Benedict come to see me."