Frustration gripped Kristy as she balled her fists, her eyes aze with anger.


    The sight of Lindsey drawing closer to Domenic ignited jealousy within Kristy.


    Topound her dismay, Lindsey regarded Kristy with disdain, as if she were a pitiable and insignificant soul.


    Kristy couldn’tprehend his choice.


    What spell did Lindsey cast that made Domenic relinquish five million dors while refusing to dump her? Wasn’t he short of money? Or was there something else he sought? Then what on earth did he want?


    The enigma of Domenic’s desires confounded Kristy, marking the first time she encountered a sense of loss and frustration in the presence of a man.


    Until now, men had pursued her, offering everything she desired.


    Kristy had once believed there was no man in existence who could resist her allure.


    Yet, encountering Domenic shattered that perception, revealing the agony of unrequited love.


    For Kristy, it felt like a resounding p across her face, extinguishing any desire to continue this game.


    “Enjoy yourselves.


    I have other matters to attend to,”


    Kristy dered haughtily, rising from her seat.


    With an air of arrogance, she donned her sunsses, swung the door open, and departed the private room.


    The crowd remained puzzled, their confusion lingering in the air.


    Did Kristy storm off because this man didn’t choose her money?


    “Come on, let’s continue to y.


    Don’t let her affect our good mood,” Mercer urged, taking the dice cup, signaling for the game to resume.


    Once Kristy departed, the group indulged in drinks and games, fostering a serene and convivial ambiance.


    Following several rounds, Mercer, feeling a touch stifled, excused himself to take a breather.


    Politely excusing himself to visit the restroom, he left the private room.


    He positioned himself by the window at the far end of the corridor, lighting a cigarette—tonight had seen him finish an entire box, an unusual indulgence for him, one brought on solely by Nancy’s presence.


    Mercer vividly recalled their initial encounter: Nancy, besieged by delinquents, her petite frame pinned against a wall, her distress palpable.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    These delinquents, assuming her family possessed newfound wealth, demanded money from her.


    Mercer coincidentally pedaled through that alley on his bike, catching sight of Nancy’s tear-stricken face.


    Without hesitation, he wielded his bike as a weapon against the delinquents.


    At that time, he possessed the vigor of youth, brimming with boundless strength and a firm belief in justice.


    Yet, reality persistently overpowered him.


    Mercer was surrounded by those delinquents, along with Nancy.


    Driven by their distorted desires for control and curiosity, they demanded Mercer get intimate with Nancy.


    If Mercer refused, they threatened to kill both of them.


    The city experienced rampant social disorder during that period.


    Mercer hailed from a noble family, yet despite his wealth, he felt powerless against these hooligans.


    Mercer was aware of Nancy’s intense fear, but in a bid to save their lives, he reached out and took action.


    He pulled off her dress, pressed her under his body, and did that unforgivable thing to her in front of those delinquents.