In Dream Nightclub.

"Listen carefully. The guests we are going to serve are all distinguished guests. All of you, cheer up and serve them. Don't cause any trouble. Do you understand?" Wendy, who was leading the way, instructed softly.

In the corridor, Wendy whispered and asked her to bring the four hostesses along.

All four women were tall and well—proportioned. They were charming, and the one leading them was especially attractive.

"Lisa, there's a guest who came here specifically for you," Wendy said to her. "You should behave well later. Don't ruin our reputation as the courtesan of the nightclub."

Lisa smiled sweetly.

"I see, Wendy."

"Alright, let's all go in."

"Gentlemen, our girl is here!" Wendy opened the door to the VIP supreme room.

The light in the room was dim. The two men immediately stood up and pulled the woman's hand. The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and affectionate.

Lisa looked at the man in a suit in the corner. He sat quietly, and she was unable to see his expression and his action.

However, he still looked noble and impressive.

Lisa was excited, then she wiggled her ass and walked over.

She sat on the man on her own initiative.

"Sir, you look very much like someone." Lisa approached him. She saw the handsome man. "Like my ex—husband, his name … What's his name?"

Lisa seemed to be unable to remember, and she frowned in puzzlement.

"Ah, I've been in prison for five years, and I can't remember the past …" She touched the man's sturdy chest. "I remember that he's the most powerful person I've ever met. Every time he made me very comfortable… oh!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lisa was ruthlessly thrown down by him.

They immediately quieted down in the private room.

The man stood up and instantly broke the ecstasy in the private room.

Lisa fell to the ground, and her short skirt was shrunk, revealing her fair legs. Under the dim light, her legs fiercely attracted these men.

"Get out of here." He said coldly.

Lisa chuckled softly, "Sir, you look more like him when you're angry …"

She crawled over and hugged the man's legs. Her nose was almost sticked to the man's legs.

"We've been divorced for more than five years. I think about him every night." Lisa spat on the sensitive organ of the man. "Thinking that he was coarse with me that night, I really couldn't stop."

The man suddenly pinched Lisa's neck, lifted her up, and ruthlessly pressed her against the wall.

He turned to the side and said to the dumbfounded men and women, "Scram, get out, go!"

They hurriedly left the private room. They even closed the door intimately.

Lisa laughed softly. She hooked around the man's waist with her legs and rubbed him ambiguously.

The man gripped Lisa's neck tightly, as if he was going to kill her just like that.

"Lisa, you are still so sultry after five years in prison."

Lisa still smiled, "I am born cheap and can't be cured. However, there is a way for me to restrain myself … Sam, help me, help me restrain my dissoluteness and audaciousness."

She leaned over, wanting to hug Sam John.

"Lisa, you really make me sick! You're a dirty woman to be played with. I feel sick when I touch you!" Sam brutally suppressed her.

"Is that so?" Lisa smiled even more brightly, "But how can I remember that when we first got married, you praised me all day long and fascinated me deeply…"

"Shut up!" Sam roared, almost nipping off Lisa's neck. "If I had known you were a vicious woman who even burned her own children to death, I would have killed you on the first night of the wedding! Lisa, I shouldn't have been soft—hearted to you. I should have let you stay in prison for the rest of your life!"