The neon lights in the distance were flickering, and there was indifference to the prosperity of the city.

Standing in the office, David glanced cautiously at the desk. "Over there at the club, Megan asked if you wanted her to help Flora out."

Sebastian sat on a leather office chair, wearing a designer gray suit, which gave him an eviler vibe, and he was playing with a pure black lighter with one hand. The ring on the index finger was sparkling under the light, just like him, flamboyant and dazzling.

He squinted his eyes slightly as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "Stephen is also there?"

"Yes."

The lighter in his hand made a sound, and he lit a cigarette. The corner of his mouth raised. "Since Stephen is here, let them have fun. Tell Megan, don't interfere." His face was devoid of any emotions.

Thinking of her letting people walk all over her, Sebastian closed his eyes. He really didn't believe it. Just two years could turn that woman into another person.

The cigarette at his fingertips was burning slowly, and the night was still long...

Flora couldn't remember how much alcohol they had forced her to drink, and her stomach seemed on fire. She felt that as long as she took another sip, she would be dead.

But she couldn't beg for mercy because no one here would let her go.

Stephen sat on the couch and stared at her. This group of people was all masters at playing tricks, and they mixed the drinks they handed her with all the strongest alcohol. Even if she could drink a lot, it would hurt her spleen and stomach.

Joy was smiling viciously after seeing Flora’s condition. She wanted to break down her completely.

Seeing her mixing another glass of alcohol for Flora, Stephen finally couldn't ignore it anymore, frowned, grabbed the glass, and drank it down. The spicy alcohol was like a knife running down his throat and burning to the stomach.

Joy got stunned for the moment, and her face immediately turned livid. "Stephen, what are you doing? This was for Flora."

Stephen glared at her saying nothing, got up, and walked to Flora. He yanked her wrist and pulled her up from the couch. "Come out with me."

Flora only felt a sharp pain in her wrist, but before she could realize it, he already dragged her out of the room.

"Wait, Stephen, where are you taking me?"

He ignored her, dragged her all the way outside, and he didn't let go of her until they reached downstairs to the outside of Somnium Club. Flora's legs were not weak, but she was a little unsteady. She fell to the ground weakly after being thrown by him.

The cold bricks and stones on the ground, together with the freezing temperature, sobered her up a little. She raised her head to look at him, confusedly.

Stephen looked at her like this, frowned tightly, and it filled his tone with indescribable disappointment.

"Is it fun to let yourself go?" he snarled at him. His voice was echoing in the silently cold night.

She was taken aback by his question.

"Since you are so reluctant to leave this life of feasting and debauchery, and you want to come back even if you are being teased as a greeter, why did you hurt Gloria in the first place? Is it worth destroying both yourself and Gloria for Sebastian?"

"Stephen..." she roared in anger but couldn’t speak another single word after that.

Joy hurriedly followed them up, even holding a glass of drink in her hand thinking about some drama over there, but when she saw the scene before her, her heart tightened.

Back then, Stephen's pursuit of Flora was as crazy as Flora's pursuit of Sebastian. If it hadn't been for Flora, driving a car and hitting Gloria in a daze, Stephen might not have given up on her.

So, she was afraid that Stephen still had feelings for Flora.

Just as she was hesitating whether to drag Stephen away, a silver-gray Ferrari, flashing its double flashes and slamming on the brakes, stopped firmly at the door. Then a familiar voice sounded behind Flora.

"What? What are you doing here?"

Flora turned her head to look at the owner of the voice and saw Sebastian was getting out of the car. The driver on the side quickly drove away and parked the car at some distance to not to hear them talking

He walked up to her side with his long legs and raised his eyebrows. "What? After studying for half a month, you don't even know how to greet guests?" his voice was filled with pride and command.

Flora regained her senses, gritted her teeth, and stood up. She obediently bent down and bowed. "Welcome, Alpha Sebastian."

Sebastian didn't speak, so she just kept bending over like this. This posture made her feel sick, and her body trembled slightly.

Smelling the alcohol on her body, Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It’s prohibited to drink during working hours. Don't you know that?"

"I'm sorry. I..." she stammered but her consciousness was not supporting her enough.

Seeing Flora's submissive appearance, Stephen frowned and it forced him to think about it. Unknowingly he stepped forward before Sebastian could react to Flora’s condition and almost stopped him after stretching out his hand to greet him.

"What a coincidence. I can meet you here." though his mind was screaming sarcasm he just showed off.

“Coincidence?”

No one would believe such words. Sebastian would never set foot on that shabby place if it didn’t involve any direct benefit to him.

"I heard that you just came back from Emerics. It's rare to see you here. What's the matter? Are there any issues in the company?"

While talking, he casually glanced at Flora who was still on her knees waiting for Sebastian’s further orders.,

"You have stayed here for more than half of a month, and didn't your manager teach you, what you should do when you make your guests unhappy?"

He sniggered at her face, killing two birds from one bullet.

Flora closed her eyes, she was accepting all the humiliations continuously for the sake of the job. Yes, it was her mistake somewhere but it was getting too much to handle for her. The alcohol was kicking her brain cells and she was losing her composure because of that still got up from her position, turned around, and walked towards Stephen. Then, she bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, Mr. Martin. I hope you can forgive me."

Her voice was shaking and her body was trembling. Some of the sweat beads slipped out from her forehead in that bone chilling atmosphere.

Stephen didn't say anything, looking a little mad. Not because she broke the rule but because it gave Sebastian a chance to press him down more.

Sebastian loosened his cuffs and sneered coldly,

"It seems that you don't intend to accept her apology. It's fine. Let her kneel here. She can only get up when you are not angry."

His alpha tone demanded submission. It was painful to see her like that but every single strand of his skin just screaming for revenge.

Flora bit her lower lip tightly, and her eyes became reddened. She turned her head and met with Sebastian’s cold eyes, thinking he just wanted to push her into a corner.