Chapter 657 A Fun At The Clubhouse.
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Alpha, who stood downstairs, and Annabelle, who stood upstairs, were both staring at each other.
Joyce suddenly stepped forward and blocked Annabelle behind her. âMr. Augustine, weâve already seen you. We still have something to do, so weâll go ahead.â
Joyce left with Annabelle.
Alpha watched as Annabelle disappeared from his sight. He pursed his thin lips and quickly went upstairs, but the two of them had disappeared.
âSir,â Reuben called out, as he walked over.
Alphaâs handsome face was plated in the light, which flickered brightly and dimly.
He said solemnly, âFollow them, I want to know where they went.â
âYes, sir.â
Joyce took Annabelle out of the hall. Joyce turned to look at Annabelle, âAnnabelle, tell me the truth, do you still want to reunite with that guy?â
Annabelleâs cold and beautiful face was devoid of any emotions. She suddenly smiled and said, âEven if heâs the only man left on earth, Iâd rather die single than unite with that man.â
Joyce nodded forcefully, âAnnabelle, itâs good that you understand. That guy, Alpha, hurt you so deeply back then and forced you to a desperate situation. He now has Lily as his wife. His sister Bounty, and the entire Augustine family doesnât like you. Except for Mrs. Samantha. Donât not forget all that you went through because of that man.â
The future seemed uncertain. Annabelle stood coldly and gracefully on the street. The evening breeze swayed the hem of her dress.
Joyce was very dissatisfied with Alpha. At this moment, she looked up and saw a high-end club in front of her. She reached out and hugged Annabelle.
âAnnabelle, Alpha is old now. Heâs an old guy. Forget him, letâs go, Iâll take you to have some fun now.â
âRecreation? Joyce asked.
âYeah, the last time I wanted to take you to a massage spa, but you didnât want to come with me. This time, Iâll take you to find a hot guy to play with. I heard that the men here are super hot and sexy.
Please letâs have a good time tonight.â
Joyce invited Annabelle to a high-end club!
Annabelle glanced at the arrogant Joyce, âJoyce, this is not good, arenât you afraid that President Damien will know that we are here?â
Damien?
Joyce quickly frowned, as she was reminded of that man. âWhat does this have to do with him?â
âHave you suddenly forgotten that he had reported you and got you into trouble? This time, if we go in and have fun with some young guys, I really donât know what he will do.â
âWhy do men go out to have fun since ancient times, but we women canât? Tonight, weâll demolish all double standards and have some fun. Annabelle, would you dare?â Joyce furrowed her delicate eyebrows. Her beautiful face radiated, as she awaited Annabelleâs answer.
Anabelle h ooked her beautiful red lips, âOkay, Iâll give my life to have some fun tonight, letâs go.
A proud smile swiftly appeared on Joyceâs face. She reached out and held Annabelleâs hand, as they entered the high-end clubhouse together.
In a high-end clubhouse, in the most luxurious room.
Joyce made a phone call, âHello boss, please bring your best male workers over to us. Weâll choose the ones that we like. Weâre not short on money!â Joyce instructed, as she ended the call.
The club manager who stood in the hall clapped her hands excitedly. In front of her stood a row of handsome cowherd.
âBoys, you all are the best cowherds here. You are lucky today. There are some rich women who needs to be impressed. If you make them happy, then youâll earn a lot tonight.
âGot it, maâam.â the cowherd replied in unison.
âLetâs go upstairs now.â
The manager took the cowherds upstairs. In the hallway, she said to them, âRemember, most of these rich women are old women. Donât look at their faces, just look at their pocket. Money is all that you should care about, understood?â
The group of cowherds nodded vigorously.
At the door of the luxurious room, the manager raised her hand and knocked on the door.
âCome in,â a soft voice responded.
The manager pushed open the door and walked in, and the cowherds followed behind her. The manager smiled and said, âBeautiful ladies, here are our best cowherd. Please choose whichever one that you want.â
Suddenly, the manager froze.
âWhere are the rich women?â she questioned inwardly.
Annabelle and Joyce were lying on the rattan chair in the room. They had already showered and they wore a pink silk nightdress. Their beautiful skin and long hair stunned the manager.
The ladies before her were even more beautiful than the top beauties in the clubhouse.
It was not that the manager had never seen rich young women before, but it was the first time she had seen such young and beautiful rich women!
Joyce patted the lotion on her face, then she raised her eyes to look at the cowherds, âYou all raise your heads,â she instructed.
The cowherds slowly raised their heads.
The cowherdsâs eyes widened. They had never seen such beautiful women before.
Their girlfriends, and even the actresses in the entertainment industry were not as beautiful as these two women.
âAnnabelle, go ahead and pick first,â Joyce generously looked at Annabelle beside her.
Anabelleâs cold eyes slowly looked over and landed on the cowherds.
She looked around the cowherds, and then her gaze landed on a cowherd. The cowherd was handsome and cold, and he looked like someone she was familiar to.
Joyceâs gaze trailed Annabelleâs, and her eyes fell on the cowherd.
The cowherdâs heart sk ipped a beat.
The manager immediately laughed, âOh, my beautiful lady, you really have good eyes. This cowherd is our mainstay. I donât know if you have heard of someone who was the number one in the business world in Imperial more than thirty years ago. His name is Mr. Alpha Augustine. And this cowherd here, looks just like Alpha.â