N'S Club. The largest money-squandering den in Ranchettes, on the first floor of the bar, men and women twisted their young bodies to the vibrant music. In the crowded dance floor, a petite woman chugged a bottle of alcohol and stumbled.

"Find me the most handsome men you have!" Clara Bernard grabbed a waiter, her breath reeking of alcohol.

"Forget about love at first sight! He sweet-talked so nicely, but secretly slept with my sister..." Clara was drunk and disoriented, but the image of her catching Harley Kennedy cheating on her in bed still lingered in her mind.

The waiter was about to remind her that she was drunk when she unexpectedly felt something strange behind her. When she turned around, she saw a group of black-clad men surrounding Marlon Gallup as they walked in.

Marlon, the current president of the Gallup Group and the future heir of the Gallup family, was rumored to be a fearsome "Cold-faced King" who had a hand in both legal and illegal activities.

"Miss, we operate legitimately here, there's no..." The waiter knew that Marlon despised such things, so he quickly explained to Clara.

"Cut the crap! I have plenty of money!"

"Since he can sleep with a woman, can't I sleep with a man? Go get me someone a hundred times more handsome than him! No, find ten, twenty... Urgh..." Clara started to retch towards the end, swaying to the side.

However, in that instant, she caught a glimpse of the man with the cold face and her eyes lit up.

Could there really be someone so good-looking in this world?

His black flight jacket and simple work pants accentuated his physique. His clean-cut crew cut, without excessive styling, made his entire face appear resolute.

As soon as he walked in, he attracted the attention of most of the women in the dance floor, but his icy aura kept everyone at a distance, and no one dared to approach him.

Except for Clara.

She stumbled towards him, wearing a sly grin, and reached out directly towards his abdomen. With such a great figure, he must have abs, right?

"Mr. Gallup!" The black-clad men beside Marlon rushed forward, wanting to pull Clara away. However, with a cold glance from Marlon, he stopped everyone in their tracks.

"Wow, so hard." He really has abs!

Clara swooned, almost drooling. With his indulgence, she became more unscrupulous. Looking at his cold but particularly attractive face, she jumped and hung him in the posture of an octopus.

Clara tightly wrapped her hands around his neck, then looked at the group of men in uniform behind him, and her suspicion became firmer. "Are you the most popular one here?"

The face of the young waiter had turned pale long ago, standing there motionless.

"I'm the boss here." Feeling that she was rubbing against him, Marlon's eyes darkened.

Clara was completely drunk and had no strength left. As she was about to let go, her waist moved backward, but at that moment, Marlon's hand supported her back, while his other hand held her slender waist.

"The boss? So... you're the best gigolo?" On TV, that was how it usually went.

"Okay, I'll make a reservation for you tonight." Clara decided happily.

She jumped off him, grabbed his hand, and went to the front desk to settle the bill.

"Come on." She took out her wallet and placed it on the counter. "I choose him. Tonight, I'm taking him..." Clara forgot what that word was for a moment, "Oh, to the room!"

With this, she glanced at the men behind him and added generously, "And all of them too!"

As soon as she finished her words, the people behind Marlon did not dare to breathe. Seeing that Marlon was about to turn around, they all looked away and pretended that they could not see.

"Oh?" Marlon smiled faintly. "Can you handle all of them with your figure?"

"Of course I can!" Clara swayed, placing a gold card on the counter. "I can't just choose you... I want all of you! Who knows if you're any good, I heard that you men love to brag."

She couldn't even open her eyes. She pulled Marlon's collar closer to her face and forced him to accommodate her height.

"Brag?" Marlon narrowed his eyes and sneered inside.

"Do you really want to sleep with me?" He confirmed with her.

"Mhm." Clara nodded honestly, imitating the seductive smile of those brothel women she had seen on TV. "Come on, come on. I will take you to the room."

Her hand was quickly caught by him, and the next second, she found herself pinned against the marble counter at the front desk. "If you want to sleep with me, it has to be legal."

Legal? What did that mean?

Clara tried to process the word, while her other free hand rummaged in her pocket and pulled out her ID card. "Ha-ha, how coincidental. I was planning to get married today."

Marlon stared at the ID card in her hand, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

His subordinates had told him that Clara had come to get drunk at his place today, so he came to meet her. He didn't expect to have an unexpected gain.

"Raymond, prepare the car and go to the City Hall right now."

"Mr. Gallup, it's already this late..." Raymond Ellen glanced at his watch, feeling a bit hesitant.

"Make them work overtime!"