The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 668

Adam didn't suspect anything. "Alright. I'll keep an eye on Bella and my mom. Just be careful."

Celine nodded. "I will."

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Half an hour later, Celine arrived at the private winery, following the directions she had been given.

A maid approached her as she entered. "Are you Ms. Celine?"

Celine gave a slight nod. "Yes, that's me."

"Ms. Celine, all guests attending the private party are required to wear the appropriate attire. This outfit has been prepared for you. Please change into it."

Celine took the clothing from the maid. "Alright."

Inside the dressing room, she unfolded the outfit—a black slip dress with thin straps and an open-back design. It was provocatively seductive, clinging to her body in all the right ways.

With no other option, Celine slipped into the dress.

The dress accentuated her graceful curves, drawing attention to her delicate collarbones and smooth shoulders. The exposed lower back was both slender and enticing, making her appear undeniably alluring.

Once ready, she stepped out and entered the party.

The room was packed with men, their bodies swaying in rhythm with the thundering music, as if high on an intoxicating rush.

The moment Celine stepped inside, every gaze snapped to her.

In an instant, the men closed in, surrounding her like predators circling prey. "So, you're the beauty sent to entertain us, huh?"

Celine's expression remained cold. "What are you talking about?"

Their eyes roved over her with blatant desire. "We got a call earlier—said a breathtaking beauty would be sent over tonight. A special treat, just for us."

Celine's brows drew together. So this was the kidnapper's real plan—sending her here to entertain these men.

"Damn, look at that skin—so fair it's practically glowing."

"Show me the number!"

"I-I'll get it right now!"

The sleazy man hurriedly pulled out his phone, fumbling as he brought up the caller ID.

A virtual number.

It was clear these men had nothing worthwhile to offer her.

Just then, a sharp ringtone cut through the tense air—Celine's phone was ringing.

In one swift motion, she shoved the lecherous man aside. He stumbled backward, crashing into one of his companions.

The men were taken aback—never had they expected someone so delicate and stunning to be this skilled. Though their eyes still burned with desire, none dared to make a move.

Celine shot them a cold, warning glare before pulling out her phone.