Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 693

Not long after sitting down, Stella found the room too noisy. She made an excuse about needing the restroom, stepping out for some fresh air.

A waiter carrying a tray saw her exit and knocked on the door of the room she was standing by.

Stella didn't pay it much mind, assuming it was just standard service, and started walking away.

Three men emerged from the room, tailing her before quickly blocking her path.

Stella looked up, annoyed. "What do you want?"

One of them drawled sleazily, "Nothing much. Our boss wants to invite you in for a drink. Please do us the honor, miss."

"And if I say no?"

"That's not up to you. After you!" The three men moved in, ready to shove her.

"Don't touch me. Lead the way. I'll go with you."

It was just three of them. It wasn't that she couldn't handle them; she just wanted to see which bastard had a death wish, using such methods to invite her over.

"Smart girl. Let's go!" They escorted her to room V888.

Entering the room, Stella saw six people inside—three men and three women.

Two of them were familiar faces: Yvonne, and the swollen-faced Mr. Warren whom she had previously beaten into signing a contract for Una Lowell.

Seeing Yvonne practically glued to Mr. Warren, Stella was a bit surprised. How did these two end up together?

Was it Yvonne or Mr. Warren who had her brought here?

Or were they conspiring against her?

As she pondered, Yvonne's sickeningly sweet voice rang out. "Mr. Warren, this is the woman I told you about. Isn't she gorgeous?"

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