Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 605

When Wilbur pushed open the door, Mr. Slate was gripping Bianca's chin, forcing alcohol down her throat.

She had managed five shots before she couldn't take any more. But Mr. Slate, still fuming, wasn't about to let her off the hook and had resorted to force-feeding her.

Bianca couldn't swallow fast enough. Her face and clothes were soaked with spilled liquor, leaving her in a pathetic state.

"I gave you a chance. You're the one who refused to take it," Mr. Slate cursed, about to pour another glass into her mouth.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, don't you have any respect for a beautiful woman?"

"Who the hell are you?" Mr. Slate spun around, glaring.

Upon recognizing the man's face, he stumbled back in shock. "Mr... Mr. Wilbur..."

"Tsk, Leon Slate, still as crude as ever. Look at the mess you've made of this lovely lady..."

As he spoke, Wilbur casually pulled a few napkins from the table and reached out to wipe the liquor from Bianca's face.

"I can do it myself," Bianca said, taking the napkins and lowering her head to clean herself up.

Leon, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now stood before Wilbur like an obedient dog, all his bravado gone.

"What's going on here?" Wilbur asked nonchalantly.

"Just collecting a debt. You know what I do for a living, Mr. Wilbur," Leon said, bowing with a fawning smile.

"That's still too rough. Was it really necessary? How much money are we talking about that you'd corner her like this?"

"Three hundred million."

"Well, that's not nothing."

Leon licked his lips. "You're joking, Mr. Wilbur. Three hundred million is pocket change for you."

"Don't flatter me. If I see you being rough with a beautiful woman again, don't blame me for getting physical. You know I can't stand seeing women get bullied, especially pretty ones."

"Yes, yes, of course."

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