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Chapter 5 Is She Really That Desperate for a Man?

Emily wasn't scared at all. She swayed her hips, slipping through the crowd of guys. Whenever she spotted a dude with a six-pack, she would give it a little touch.

The guy she touched would immediately shout, "Hey, you touched me!"

This only made the other guys even more pumped.

Emily giggled and kept moving through the crowd, striking all sorts of flirty poses.

A bunch of guys tried to touch her, but she dodged them like a pro.

"I told you the rules, don't break them," she said with a playful pout.

The guys who missed out quickly got over it.

The rest of the guys got even more excited.

They were here to have a good time, and with a girl who knew how to play, how could they not be thrilled?

After dancing for a bit, Emily got thirsty. She slithered like a water snake to the bar, grabbed a glass of red wine, and took a sip.

Then, with all the guys watching her, she placed the wine glass on her chest and slowly tilted it, letting the wine spill onto her breasts.

The red liquid trickled down between her cleavage, out of her tiny tank top, down her belly, and into the area covered by her super short skirt, continuing downward.

Soon, the red wine flowed down Emily's legs and finally onto the red carpet.

Throughout the whole thing, Emily stood there lazily, with a half-smile, half-fall look, oozing seduction.

There was a moment of silence in the dance hall, and then—All the guys in the dance hall screamed, and the place went wild.

Harper had brought Emily here to let her cut loose and forget the pain James had caused her.

But seeing Emily like this now, Harper felt even more heartbroken.

Emily, the darling of the Johnson family, loved to have fun and knew how to enjoy herself.

Then she fell for James. Knowing James liked classy women, she gave up everything she loved and started dressing and acting all elegant to please him.

But after pretending to be a classy lady for over a decade, James still dumped her.

Now, Emily was wilder and more playful than ever. She thought, 'James, do you even know what you've lost? You've lost the best and most loving woman in the world. James, won't you regret it? I don't believe you won't feel any pain in your heart.'

James was in pain.

Since last night, when he stayed in their bedroom and realized Emily hadn't come home all night, he felt super uneasy.

He just wouldn't admit it and pretended nothing had happened.

He insisted on finishing a day's work and came to the Galaxy Club, chatting and laughing with his buddies. Everything seemed normal until he overheard the gossiping voices of the waitstaff.

"Did you hear? There's a woman in the dance hall tonight with a killer body and insane dance moves. She's super open and said she's gonna pick a guy to sleep with tonight."

"Not just that, but she totally dissed James, the president of the Smith Group. She said any guy in the world could sleep with her, except James."

"That's wild! Do you think we might have a shot after our shift?"

"Since she only hates James, we definitely have a chance. Even if we can't sleep with her, just getting to touch her would be awesome."

In the private room, James, who had been distracted all night, crushed the wine glass in his hand after hearing the waitstaff's last sentence.

When he first heard the conversation, he had a hunch the woman they were talking about might be Emily.

Emily was pissed at him and was probably causing trouble on purpose.

When he heard them say that the woman would rather sleep with any guy in the world than him, he was sure it was Emily.

She had messed up big time, almost killing Sophia. Not only did she not come home at night, but she also dared to come here and flirt with other guys, seducing all the men in the Galaxy Club.

Was she really that desperate for a man?

Hadn't he satisfied her needs that day?

"Mr. Smith, are you okay?" His partner looked at James with concern.

James had been out of it all night, and now this. He was not okay.

He had crushed the wine glass, shards piercing his fingers and blood trickling down. Yet, he remained unfazed, his eyes fixed on the woman dancing in the hall.

His partner was sharp and got the hint. Regardless of James's past with the dancing woman, it was clear James was very interested in her now.

"Mr. Smith, we've been talking and drinking all night. How about we go out for a walk?" his partner suggested.

"Okay." James stood up.

He wanted to see how she was seducing all the men in the dance hall.

Since Emily poured the red wine down her breasts, the atmosphere in the dance hall had been electric.

After several rounds of dance battles, a shirtless guy wearing a sun mask approached her.

"Hey gorgeous, up close, you're even more stunning. I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you," the guy wrapped his big hand around her smooth waist and whispered in her ear.

His breath on her earlobe made Emily giggle.

As she laughed, her breasts, wrapped in a tight crop top, jiggled, and the flower on her cleavage seemed to come to life, inviting him to look closer and see how beautiful it really was.

"What kind of flower is this? It's so pretty." The guy's hand hovered over her breasts, ready to drop if Emily gave the nod.

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