"As long as you’re satisfied," Yulia O’Connell chuckled softly.

In the next moment, Cole O’Connell’s fingers easily slid open the zipper behind her, gliding across her delicate skin.

"What? Do you want me to call out for those people to hear?" Yulia O’Connell disrobed without needing his assistance.

This action piqued no interest in Cole, who snickered, "You know very well I won’t touch you."

"You’re probably the least capable patron in the world of sugar daddies," Yulia said, pulling her clothes back on.

Not every man who avoids women is a gentleman; they might very well be wolves in sheep’s clothing. Cole had touched every part of her body, except for that final line of defense.

He tolerated all her rebelliousness but didn’t allow any man to peep at her. She was like the little princess he’d raised, only for his own gaze, forgetting that both shared the O’Connell surname.

Cole squinted his eyes; the chill spread, and his body endured yet again.

Because she had three more months to turn eighteen; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch her, it was that the time wasn’t right.

With wicked lips curling, Cole followed her out. Those who had been hiding outside the restroom door, ready to peep, were all driven away without exception.

Some people were allowed to see, and some would lose their lives at just one glance.

The two returned to the private room, and everyone was watching them, their eyes filled with ambiguous intent.

Four men were playing cards, while Melody Thorne, feeling bored, went over to sit with Yulia O’Connell.

"Yulia O’Connell,"

"Melody Thorne,"

The two greeted each other and chatted casually.

"What precisely is your relationship with Cole O’Connell?" Melody Thorne curiously asked, noticing Yulia O’Connell, apart from heavy makeup, didn’t really seem like she was part of a kept relationship.

"A mutually beneficial relationship," Yulia’s eyes flickered slightly, "or perhaps a relationship of enemies."

"Do you want to kill Cole O’Connell?" Melody finally got to the point, only this would align with her previous life completely.

"That depends on whether heaven gives me the opportunity," Yulia showed no disguise, sitting across the men who heard it all distinctly. Yet they all chuckled, as if hearing a funny joke, not worth mentioning.

"Lost again, lost again. Sister-in-law, why don’t you play?" Leon Rivers slammed his cards on the table, feeling down on his luck, he lost count of how many times he had lost today.

"I don’t like playing cards," Melody refused. She didn’t want to become a bored housewife with nothing to do all day.

Harold Chapman’s phone kept ringing; it was Chloe Summers calling, but Harold never picked up.

"Not gonna answer?" Leon Rivers stared at Harold’s phone, eyes lighting up,

He remembered Chloe Summers well; the way she spoiled Harold was simply breathtaking, adorably irresistible.

Harold glanced at Leon, "If you want to answer it, go ahead."

"No need, when she can’t reach you, she will definitely call me," Leon took out his phone from his clothes. Sure enough, after Harold’s phone screen went dark, Leon’s phone rang.

"When did you save Chloe’s number?" Harold watched Leon with a hint of depth in his gaze,

"A few days ago, when she got hurt saving you, remember? I was the one who bandaged her up."

Leon, disinterested in arguing further with Harold, picked up the phone and walked out to take the call.