The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 584

Chapter 584 

The manager was afraid that someone might die. Hence, he called Alan immediately. After all, the Alan family-owned Siren Nightclub, and Alan had a good relationship with Jonathan. 

Therefore, Alan had to bring Rosalie with him to solve the problem. 

After all, in Alan’s opinion, Jonathan’s abnormalities in those days were probably related to Rosalie. Jonathan’s attitude toward those women, who obviously wanted his wealth, was completely different from before. 

He was fierce and unpredictable. It didn’t matter what those women did in front of him. They would end up miserably if they annoyed him with some minor details.. 

If Jonathan continued to make trouble like that, Alan felt there would probably be no women anymore in Siren Nightclub. 

“Stop the car!” Rosalie said hurriedly. “If you don’t stop the car, I will call the police!” 

“Okay, you can call the police. If your phone can’t call the police, you can use my phone to call the police a few more times!” Alan said as he dumped his phone on Rosalie. 

Rosalie was silent, knowing that Alan was determined to take her somewhere. 

When Alan’s car stopped, Rosalie realized they were at Siren Nightclub. That was a famous place in Strico. Many rich people would go there to have fun. 

It was just that there should be a lot of luxury cars outside Siren Nightclub. However, that day, there were not many cars parked, which made the place look a little deserted. 

“Where is he?” Alan asked the manager hurriedly. 

“Inside, but no one dares to stop Mr. Youngblood now. He…” The manager’s face was pale and stammered. Jonathan was like a grim reaper at that moment. No one dared to stop him. 

Rosalie trembled. She thought, “Are they referring to Jonathan?” 

Alan took her by the arm the next moment and led her into Siren Nightclub. “Let’s go! You need to meet Jonathan!” 

“You brought me here to meet Jonathan? I’ve broken up with him. He has nothing to do with me anymore!” Rosalie shouted. 

Alan answered, “Since you have nothing to do with Calvin, you’d better repeat this in front of Jonathan!” 

Alan intuitively felt that Jonathan’s temper that night was probably related to the video. 

After all, although Jonathan’s actions a few days ago were unpredictable and frightening, he would never kill people. 

At that moment, another waiter from Siren Nightclub rushed over. When he saw Alan, he said sadly, “Mr. Yates, it’s not good. Mr. Youngblood seems to refuse to let Mr. Lane go. What should I do if he really kills people here?” 

Haring that, Alan was also anxious. He immediately took Rosalie to 

Jon location. He didn’t allow Rosalie to refuse at 

all. 

There were many waiters at the door of the largest private room on the second floor. immediately moved away as if they had seen a savior. 

When they saw Alan, they 

The customers in the shop had long been asked to leave. Hence, at that moment, all the people standing outside the private room were Alan’s employees. 

Alan dragged Rosalie into the private room. 

“Let go of me!” Rosalie said. “Jonathan and I have completely broken up. He doesn’t want to see me at all now. If you take me in, it will only make him even angrier!” 

Alan glared at Rosalie. “Do you really want Jonathan to kill someone? I don’t care if you guys broke up. No matter how, no one will die here today!” 

Then, Alan pulled Rosalie into the private room. 

Although it was a private room, the hall was more than 2,000 square feet. There were bar counters, pool tables, game tables, and a karaoke set… There was also a small performance stage. 

In the middle of the room was a middle-aged man kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. 

There was a pair of blood-stained tweezers in front of the middle-aged man. 

When Rosalie saw the tweezers, she was stunned, as if her blood was frozen instantly. 

She had seen the tweezers before. She could never forget the scene back then. The scene was being etched into her soul, which made her unable to forget it. Sometimes, when she dreamt at night, she recalled the cold tweezers stuck between her nails and her skin, and her fingernails were pulled out piece by piece. 

People who had never experienced that kind of pain would never understand! 

“Mr. Youngblood, please spare me. I am wrong. I dare not do it again anymore!” The man could not stop begging His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. His nose and mouth were covered with blood. He had obviously been beaten before to cause such a severe injury. 

“Pull.” A cold voice was heard.