Chapter 526 Drinking
At 9.00PM, it was supposedly summer when one could wear short sleeves, but because of the bad weather, where it kept raining, one should still wear a coat at night.
Whitney arrived at the entrance of Twilight Club, a club that took up quite a large area. Various kinds of luxury cars and sports cars were parked at its entrance, and lots of young people were gathered there, chatting away happily.
Whitney had never been to such a place before. She had only heard of it in the past, so when she arrived, she felt a little helpless. She stood stiffly at the entrance and waited for almost half an hour before Douglas came over.
He could spot Whitney in front of the club at a glance because Whitney was a stark contrast to the people beside her. She wore a casual outfit, and she didn’t put on any makeup.
The poor girl merely stood without doing anything. Compared to those flirtatious women who were all decked out, she did look quite innocent. Douglas didn’t know what was wrong with him. When he saw Whitney looking so pure, he somehow felt dissatisfied inside.
He stepped forward and pulled her to a corner, then immediately began mocking her. “Why? You’re coming to a place like a club, but you didn’t dress up? You’re dressed so innocently. Are you going to toy with someone’s heart?”
Whitney frowned slightly, opening her mouth to retort, saying, “I always dress this way. Don’t look for trouble.”
Douglas chuckled, then reached out and held her cheeks between his two fingers. He slightly pinched her cheeks, leaving two marks on her tender skin.
“Whitney, remember your current position. I can always continue suing the Campbell Family.”
Whitney gritted her teeth and said no more. Seeing her silent, Douglas let go of her and said coldly, “Go in.”
With that, he stopped minding Whitney and walked inside right away. Whitney hastily followed behind Douglas, going in with him. As soon as she entered the club, she could clearly hear the cacophony inside.
The loud and booming music was giving her slight migraines. Douglas had reserved a private room, and there was already a man and two women inside. The man looked to be in his thirties, and he had a bulging stomach that somehow made him look like a rich man.
The women beside him were young and had amazing figures. They stuck close to the man, whispering suggestive words to him. Whitney felt uncomfortable as soon as she entered the room.
When Mr. Booth saw Whitney entering the room, his eyes lit up. He narrowed his already small eyes as he examined Whitney from head to toe. Then, he said to Douglas, “Mr. Lane, where did you get this beauty from? She looks quite different from the rest.”
Douglas slowly walked forward, then took his time as he sat on a couch opposite Mr. Booth, saying calmly, “Since we’re here at the club already, of course, I should bring a woman along.”
When Mr. Booth heard Douglas’ words, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Just as expected. Every man here is the same. Come, Mr. Lane, drink up.”
Douglas turned to glance at Whitney, then said, “I need to watch my health these days, so I can’t drink alcohol. She’ll drink in my stead.”
Mr. Booth was already eager for something when he saw Whitney’s shy and innocent behavior. When he heard Douglas say that, he more or less understood those words as he hastily smiled. “Yes, yes, you’re right, Mr. Lane. Since you’re in ill health, I’ll have this little beauty drink with me.”
Douglas turned up the corners of his mouth in a faint smile. He looked toward Whitney, and when he saw her still standing there, he said in dissatisfaction, “What are you doing just standing there? Come here, sit down, and drink with Mr. Booth.”
Whitney pursed her lips and took a seat, gritting her teeth. Her backside had just touched the seat when a glass was stuffed in her hands. The alcohol was a shade of brown, and it didn’t look like beer. Whitney was a heavyweight, but drinking wasn’t her hobby because alcohol didn’t taste too good, in her opinion.
