After divorce I am a billionaire

Callahan Residence.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Anthony cout of the bathroom in a baggy dark gray bathrobe, half-raised his strong arms, and wiped his wet short hair with a towel.

Those delicate azure blue eyes looked lazy. With a high nose and noble facial features like an exotic prince, he was charming to the extrwhen he smiled.

The water droplets that were still on the body were making him even more abstinent.

Every tafter he took a shower, he wore a bathrobe that was tightly wrapped, and never used a towel to cover his waist.

It was not because of his bad figure, but because of the beatings and tortures he had suffered, leaving scars on his body that can never be removed.

He hated his ugly body and didn't even want to look at it. When he looked in the mirror, he must be wearing his clothes and only look at his face.

Ring ring - It was a text message.

Anthony inadvertently lowered his eyes and glanced at it. He didn't care much at first, but a few special words caught his attention.

It was from an unknown number, but the text message mentioned Mavis.

Anthony picked up his phone and took a look.

[I heard that you and Mavis are going on a date tomorrow, but do you really know that woman? She doesn't deserve it at all.

Cto Club Enchant on Central Street. I'll let you see with your own eyes how cheap she is behind your back...] Anthony frowned. His expression was solemn.

The tone of the text message...

The only person who knew that he took Mavis away at the restaurant during the day was Nevaeh.

Club Enchant was where the people of upper class hang out, so why did Mavis go there? Realizing that the matter here was not simple, Anthony's blue eyes were cold and gloomy. He turned around and entered the changing room, and quickly changed into his clothes for going out.

He left hand drove to the club As soon as he arrived at the door of the club, he saw a slender figure standing under the neon sign at the door.

It was Nevaeh.

Seeing Anthony get out of the car and cover, she smiled proudly, "I guess you are coming, so | deliberately wait for you at the door. How about that? Am | caring enough?" Anthony stared at her blankly, and asked, "Nevaeh, | know your attitude towardssince the day before yesterday. You don't likeat all and look down on me. Why waste your ton me, and bully Mavis? She is a simple and honest girl." The more he talked about it, his eyes were cold and his tone was sullen, which was very unpleasant.

"Who said | bullied her?" Nevaeh rolled her eyes arrogantly, "I cto play with a friend, and | saw Mavis inside by accident. | will help you see the real face of that woman. You should thank me." Nevaeh didn't object that Anthony said she didn't like him.

"I've only met you a few times. It's normal that | don't like you, but that doesn't mean | can't get to know you more and like you in the future.” Having her hands crossed, she casually fiddled with the exquisite manicure that she had just done in the afternoon, with an imperious expression on her face.

She was allowed to despise others from childhood, but Anthony was never allowed to despise her, not to mention Anthony was not allowed to prefer a poor, stupid woman to her.

Her father had said that she was bound to take Anthony, which will greatly help the Stone Group's business.

What was more, Anthony was indeed very handsome. Even if she just looked at his appearance, he was very attractive even after they were together in the future.

She thought arrogantly, ignoring the suppressed impatience on Anthony's face.

Too lazy to continue talking with such a woman, Anthony was afraid that he would not be able to restrain the morbid desire that he had been controlling in his heart.

After all, if it was him in the past, he would not know what it meant to be sympathetic to these women who acted recklessly.

"Where's Mavis? Takein." After uttering the nonchalant words, he took the lead to bypass Nevaeh and went into the club.

Nevaeh immediately caught up and walked side by side in the aisle with him, "It seems you don't often cand go in such flamboyant occasions. | didn't expect you to be so clean." Anthony ignored it. His eyes were cold, and he continued to walk forward.

After two or three minutes, Nevaeh led him to the door of a room.

Anthony looked up and it read "Monitoring Room".

"Why do you bringhere when you said you wanted to taketo see Mavis?" Nevaeh laughed, "She is having a good twith the big bosses in the private room now. If | take you directly to the private room to find her, won't it spoil their fun?" "Anyway, | just want you to see how dirty and cheap she is. There are surveillance cameras in the private room. Wouldn't it be enough to watch the remotely?" Anthony was silent, not answering.

Nevaeh took the initiative to open the door and raised her eyebrows slightly, "I have already told the people in the monitoring room of the bar in advance. Mr. Anthony, please?" Anthony withdrew his cold eyes and walked in with heavy steps.

The room where Mavis was located had been specially projected to a Blu-ray high-definition computer by the person in charge of monitoring for Anthony to watch.

On the screen, there were five or six men sitting on the sofa in the private room. Mavis stood on a small stand opposite where she could sing. It seemed that she was singing.

The picture lasted for two minutes.

So far, it was pretty normal.

"Is this what you mean by dirty? It's just a few songs. It's all about her ability and her own money. How can you call her dirty?" Nevaeh was secretly happy. With this indifferent tone, Anthony didn't seem to care much about Mavis.

After all, no successful man would like his future woman to sing and dance for other men in this kind of place.

In this way, Anthony will still be engaged to her.

Nevaeh looked at the picture on the screen and said disapprovingly, "What are you anxious about? A woman like her is probably not satisfied with singing and dancing. Maybe there are more exciting ones." Anthony was sullen.

While they were talking, Mavis in the private room put down the microphone and seemed to have finished singing a song.

A middle-aged and obscene man holding a red wine glass, staggered towards Mavis and tried to get close to Mavis. And he wanted to grab Mavis’ waist.

Mavis noticed it keenly and moved to the side, letting him fail to touch her.

Although there was only a picture and no sound was heard, looking at the situation in the private room, several men seemed to persuade Mavis to drink. After several times of persuasion, the obscene man tried to touch her several times, but after Mavis refused, he slapped her angrily on the spot.

Anthony scowled, staring at the surveillance screen.

Mavis was tall and slender, but she couldn't bear the slap without precaution and fell to the ground.

Several men on the sofa all stood up and walked towards her.

The man who slapped her took out a stack of bills from his purse and threw them on Mavis.

Anthony furrowed tightly. Without listening , these men must be insulting her verbally.

Immediately afterwards, several men tried to besiege Mavis in the private room...

There was chaos in the room.

Anthony got up immediately to leave, but Nevaeh stopped him.

"Mr. Anthony, don't leave. This is at their wills. Otherwise she won't cto the club.” "You don't see her resisting? She doesn't want to.” About this, Nevaeh just laughed, "Maybe they are playing skind of role play? Why do you bother to spoil other people's fun?" Anthony looked back at the surveillance screen and didn't leave.

If Mavis was not volunteered, she wouldn't do this kind of work ...

Anthony didn't know her and didn't want to know her.

He'd never been a good guy to curb the violent and assist the weak.

He looked a little indifferent. His expression returned to calm, and he continued to look at the surveillance screen in the private room.

Within a few minutes, the private room was in a mess.

Mavis was thin. She was resolute in the face of several drunk men and tried her best to save herself.

Biting, throwing wine bottles as weapons, punching and kicking...

Through the screen, he could feel her trembling with fear, but her ruthless determination to maintain her principle.

Anthony narrowed his eyes and clenched his palms unconsciously.

Mavis was cornered, and her white T-shirt was stained with blood. Obviously, she was weak, but desperately resisted. A strange emotion arose in his heart.