Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 Disposable Luxury

Lucy stared at the cash scattered across the floor, humiliation flashing in her eyes, but she dared not utter a word of protest.

She scrambled to pick up the bills, tears streaming down her face as she did so.

Once she’d gathered everything, Lucy clutched her stomach and fled the room, sobbing.

With Lucy dealt with, Lucas glanced down at his stained shoes and frowned.

He called toward the door, “Silas!”

“Right away, Mr. Hunt!” Silas Finch, the club manager, had heard the commotion and been waiting outside.

At Lucas’ voice, he hurried in and bowed respectfully. “Your orders, sir?”

“Bring me a new pair of the latest John Lobb boots. Hurry.”

Lucas‘ tone was flat, devoid of emotion.

“At once, Mr. Hunt. I’ll arrange it immediately!” Silas nodded hastily and rushed out without delay.

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He squatted respectfully in front of Lucas, carefully removing the stained shoes and slipping the new ones onto his feet, his movements precise and cautious.

Seemingly appeased, Lucas rose to his feet.

With a look of revulsion, he kicked the soiled shoes aside and snapped, “Toss them in the trash. I won’t let them ruin my mood.”

Silas shot a glance at the discarded footwear–worth over 200 thousand dollars–and marveled silently.

Those shoes were barely stained, yet Lucas discarded them without a second thought, a testament to his limitless wealth.

Silas dared not utter a word; he simply scooped up the shoes and hastily retreated, holding his breath to avoid further inciting

Lucas‘ wrath.

Now that the mess was cleared, Lucas‘ mood shifted, settling into a dangerous sort of arrogance.

His eyes swept over the line of girls before landing on one with delicate features and bright, expressive eyes.

He pointed a commanding finger at her. “Juliet. Come here.”

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“Go toast Mr. Vance. Show Olivia how a VIP is truly supposed

to be entertained,” Lucas ordered, his voice light but carrying an undercurrent of steel.

Juliet understood the assignment instantly. She plastered a seductive smile on her face, grabbed a glass of red wine, and sauntered over to Ellis.

Without a hint of hesitation, she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She brought the glass to his lips, her voice dripping with coquettish charm. “Dear Mr. Vance, did you enjoy my dance tonight? Have a sip… tell me, is it sweet?”

With the soft warmth of a woman in his arms, Ellis grinned with delight and downed the entire glass in one go.

He set the glass aside and playfully pinched her waist.

“Very good. You dance well enough. Let’s see if you’re just as skilled at pleasing a man.”

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Juliet smiled knowingly, a glint of understanding in her eyes.

Rolling her hips, she pressed her body tight against his, then leaned in to whisper against his ear, her warm breath a soft, tantalizing caress,

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expression remained composed.

His large hands roamed freely over her waist, gripping her firmly enough that he was sure to leave marks on her skin.

With a single shared glance, Lucas and Weston communicated their thoughts perfectly.

Moments later, Lucas stood up and barked at the remaining girls. His anger was still simmering beneath the surface, making his aura oppressive.

“All of you, watch and learn. No slacking off, or you’ll regret it.”

Everyone, Olivia included, jumped at the sudden shout, their hearts sinking into their stomachs. They danced with frantic desperation, too terrified to make a sound.

Juliet flinched at the noise, nearly losing her balance on Ellis‘ lap.

But she possessed nerves of steel. She took a steadying breath, continued to sway her hips against him, and struck every provocative pose with practiced ease.

Her body remained soft and pliable, her eyes smoldering with

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