Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 249 

It was nighttime.

The most prosperous and also the largest entertainment area in the country was the famous Ninth Alley in the east of A City. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Its landmark, the 36 floors building the 'Fireworks Bar' was lit up by neon lights, which made it dazzling and luxurious.

The first floor was the reception area, in the center was the fountain of Venus.

Red carpets extended from the door to the elevator, walking on the red carpet, one could see two rows of 18 beautiful girls greeting incoming customers with their sweet voices.

These girls would also bend down 90 degrees to welcome the customers, which made the customers feel that they were very respected.

The second floor was a feast of beauty.

In the middle of the open lobby was a huge triangular bathtub of 100 square feet, a special solution had been added to the water in the bathtub.

The air was filled with a light blue mist and a faint smell of wine.

Ladies' hot figures and smooth long legs could be faintly seen in the mist...

There was a row of booths at the east side of the bathtub, which was a quieter place.The bartender dressed elegantly and skillfully served the guests.The colorful lights hanging from the ceiling kept spinning, the lights flickered in this large, misty, and watery space.

Under such an environment, people naturally became more indulgent, occasionally, there were flirting sounds...

However, the atmosphere in one of the booths seemed a little out of place.

Charles was very annoyed.He waved his big hand at friends around him and drove them away annoyingly.

"Go away, I'm serious, go away.I'm not in the mood today.Just go away!"

At usual times, when Mr.Shepherd came, he would enjoy himself and have fun here.

Therefore, someone asked with a smile, "Charles, I haven't seen you much this month.Where did you go? Did anything good happen to you or did you work ona big project? If that's the case, don't forget us..."

"Damn! Good news? What's the good news? Leave me alone and go away! Go away!" Charles scolded as if he had been provoked.

His gloomy face showed that he was really in a bad mood.

Seeing his darkened face, the other rich men looked at each other confusingly, shrugged, and finally left.

Charles had a good temper and a lot of friends, he usually had a mild disposition.He had not appeared in the entertainment area for a long time.

So when his friends saw him, they wanted to gather together to have fun.

Yet, none of his friends had expected that Charles was in such a bad mood.

Noticing that no one dared to approach him and the space around him finally became quieter, Charles reproved with a sullen face, "Damn it, that's so exasperating!"

Grabbing a glass of whiskey on the table, he poured it into his throat without even adding ice.

He wasn't scolding his friends, but...His eyes subconsciously glanced at the phone on the table.He had mixed feelings, "How could this happen!"

He was annoyed again and scratched his short hair with both hands.He remembered that a month ago, Christina called him, and then he scolded her.

At that time, he was in a private hospital in Seattle with the Senior Mr.Hopkins.

Patrick was in a coma after the operation and the doctor kept issuing the Situation Cricality Notifications.

As soon as Charles received the call from Christina, he was immediately in a rage and scolded her before she could speak.

"You want to talk to Patrick? How dare you say that? Christina, you are a jinx.Whoever meets you will be unlucky:"

Charles looked very complicated and felt guilty.

He really didn't know what had happened to Christina at that time.

He waved at the bartender for another glass of whiskey and gulped it down angrily, "How could the twins be gone..."

"The vexing Christina, why did she run around all day? How many times had we told her to stay safe, she just didn't listen.Why did she try to go to the Hopkins family on a rainy day? Well, she got the

consequences now.."

Charles reproached angrily, but he was actually more disappointed.

He still worried about Christina.

"..And Patrick has gone into a coma."

Charles leaned against the table, his left hand propped up his chin, and he was depressed.

His right hand was playing with his phone, and he hesitated whether he should call Christina.He scolded her too fiercely last time, so he wanted to apologize.

"Hi beauty, are you coming here alone?"

A flirtatious voice came from the left, "Who are you looking for? I'm a VIP here.Why don't I help you..."

Two or three men surrounded a woman, this kind of scene was very common in the Fireworks Bar, all the people who came here were playboys.

But when Charles turned his head and glanced out of curiosity, he suddenly jumped up from his booth.

He strode over and warned angrily, "Do you want to die? How dare you touch her!"