Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 12 - : Where is Third Young Master going? Seducing Children

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"Does Sister Warren like to dance?"

Bella Woods asked under the surprised gaze of Sienna Warren.

"Are you going up to perform a strip dance?" Sienna looked shocked: "Do you have no shame?"

"If Sister Warren likes it, I can." Bella even smiled, "Or, does Sister Warren prefer me to drink?"

Sienna chuckled, "Bella Woods, you're such a bitch."

"I think, since it's Sister Warren's birthday, she might prefer me to drink, after all, I don't have much of a figure. And if we were to play, it would be more interesting privately with Sister Warren and Young Master Oliver."

When Bella said this, her smile was dazzling.

Everyone around fell silent.

No one expected that the seemingly obedient and clumsy country bumpkin would say something like that.

Bella sneaked a glance. Oliver Hughes was leaning on the sofa, watching her coldly, the corner of his mouth curling up in what seemed like satisfaction, or mockery.

She knew in her heart, Oliver wanted her just like this.

The bar staff came with dozens of trays, each carrying glasses filled with liquor.

They placed the glasses on the table, setting up two pyramids of drinks.

Bella said to Sienna, "Sister Warren, it's your birthday today. I toast to you with this drink, wishing you a happy birthday and that all your wishes come true. Also wishing you and Oliver..."

"A long-lasting friendship."

After saying that, Bella picked up a glass and downed it.

The spicy liquor rushed directly down her throat, hitting her senses, causing the inexperienced Bella to immediately choke and cough violently.

The people around only watched with cold eyes.

Oliver, even more, pulled Sienna into his arms, holding her face, "My fiancée wishes for a lasting friendship between us, should we make our friendship last?"

After saying that, Oliver kissed Sienna, his hands unruly traveling over her body.

The two kissed passionately.

Bella gulped drink after drink, cheering for their 'friendship,' offering blessings.

The scene provoked everyone around, some started taking photos, and some even splashed Bella with drinks.

Bella could only endure it.

Upstairs.

Ashton Marshall watched the absurd and colorful scene below, his deep eyes unreadable.

Clutching his glass with such force that his knuckles turned white.

"You said earlier, that child I want, can be taken?" Ashton threw this line to Tim Season.

Tim was still absorbed in the spectacle below, marveling at how wildly kids play these days, then suddenly hearing Ashton's question, he said seriously, "Of course. Just a matter of Third Young Master's beckoning."

Ashton sneered, tossing his glass aside, and stepped away.

"Third Young Master, are you..."

"Luring the child." Ashton didn't look back.

Tim froze, "Then, does it still require finding a woman for the engagement banquet?"

This question went unanswered.

Downstairs.

Bella was nearly drunk from so much drinking.

Her whole body was almost soaked.

"This is getting a bit dull."

Oliver let go of Sienna, suddenly pulling Bella to him.

Under the numbness of alcohol, combined with how forcefully Oliver pulled, Bella fell to her knees before him.

Oliver laughed heartlessly, "Wow, what a big gesture. Since you're so sincere in apologizing, I would be ungenerous not to forgive you."

"Getting back together is getting back together, the fiancée position can still be yours."

Oliver granted Bella this favor as if offering her a reward.

"Thank you, Young Master Oliver." Bella smiled.

But the smile was pale and weak, her face indistinguishable if it was wet from alcohol, water, or sweat, only adding a touch of desolation and embarrassment.

Yet Oliver, staring into Bella's eyes, was somewhat stunned.

Even in such a pathetic state, her clear black-and-white eyes exuded a calm purity, looking at them made the heart sink, sinking into panic.

Oliver didn't know why it unsettled him.

"I have a special gift for you today."

Suppressing his inner panic, Oliver took a half-bottle of whiskey from the waiter, gripping Bella's face and pouring it into her mouth.

The sting and pain shot straight to Bella's head, triggering her instinctive struggle, spilling liquor all over her.

Oliver laughed more heartily and poured even more cruelly.

That a mere country Lily Thistle dared throw tantrums before him?

As Bella was about to lose her composure, Oliver switched his grip to Bella's neck, pulling her closer.

He condescendingly leaned, whispering in her ear, "Bella Woods, did you see? I can pamper you, or I can play you to death."

He pushed her away in disgust, reaching for a tissue to wipe his hands.

"I'm pleased today, it's over," he bestowed from above, "You've performed well. Tomorrow night, I'll attend the Woods and Hughes family dinner for our engagement next week and will give you the status of my fiancée."

Bella slumped on the ground, completely drenched, in utter disarray.

But she still had to smile at Oliver, "Thank you, Young Master Oliver, for your grace."

Waving her off, Oliver received a call and left to answer it.

Bella remained slumped, ultimately relieved Oliver capitulated.

"Bella Woods, you think you've won because Oliver agreed?" Sienna glared coldly at Bella, her eyes nearly spitting hatred.

"Sorry for interrupting Sister Warren's birthday party." Bella forced herself up and left.

Watching her back, Sienna's face turned increasingly sour, calling over a close friend, and whispered in their ear, "Drugged her?"

"It's done, and arranged. Guarantee she'll be comfortably serviced by a dozen men tonight."

"Remember, the camera's gotta catch her face, body, and her climax clearly."

"Relax, Sister Sienna, the men included some Japanese pros, sure to make it thrilling." The man sounded thrilled, "I also want to, Sister Sienna..."

"Go ahead, have fun." Sienna shrugged indifferently.

...

Bella walked out of the bar, two staff in uniform blocked her way.

"Miss Woods, Young Master Oliver wants you to take the elevator."

Bella, like a walking corpse, stepped into the elevator.

As the doors slowly closed, she weakly leaned against the elevator walls, nearly collapsing as tears welled, until she noticed the surveillance and bit her lip to hold them back.

And the elevator ascended step by step.

As Bella fiercely suppressed her emotions, she noticed a warm sensation like ants biting surging within her body.

This restlessness, so scorching that her breath turned shallow.

Bella wasn't unfamiliar.

Just days ago, she experienced this at her own birthday party.

There was something wrong with the bottle of liquor Oliver made her drink.

Bella gripped her soaked collar, recalling how Oliver said he had a gift for her.

So, this gift is...

To find her a man to sleep with?

Maybe not just one.

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Realizing this, Bella simply laughed.

Ha.

Haha.

How ironic, so pathetic, yet so...

Absurd!

What an absurd life, Bella Woods.

Ding!

The elevator reached the floor, Bella's face still carrying a sarcastic smile, eager to see what kind of man her fiancé arranged for her.

Was he hideously ugly, or like her, from the countryside?

Bella's sarcastic and miserable smile gradually froze as she saw the man outside the elevator...

It was him!

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