CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: DISMISSED AT A WAVE

Charles Quinn angrily hung up the phone.

Nina Quinn still couldn’t hide her astonished expression.

"White Horse Paradise? Has July gone mad, going to a place like that?"

White Horse Paradise, the most famous haven for rich women seeking pleasure in Westmarch.

It’s a place where all the high-looking guys of Westmarch, who don’t want to work hard and just want to lie down and enjoy, gather.

Of course, Nina Quinn also knows that some socialites do visit this place for fun.

But those who go there for fun generally don’t have a good reputation within the circle.

Has July Quinn completely given up on herself?

As soon as Nina Quinn finished speaking, Amanda Ford nearly hysterically screamed, "That damn girl, why doesn’t she just die outside?"

She just turned twenty, and she’s already going to a place like that for fun?

If this gets out, where does it leave the reputation of the Quinn Family?

Moreover, which wealthy family in Westmarch would dare to want her in the future?

Although Nathan Jacobs didn’t join the Quinn Family in cursing, his face had already turned completely ashen.

This damn woman!

When they were dating, the occasional hand-holding or waist-hugging always got him beaten, leaving him to suspect that maybe she was saving all this for the wedding night, or perhaps he even wondered if she had some sort of aversion to men.

But just after they broke up, she turned around and got a certificate with another man and openly went in and out of White Horse Paradise.

Isn’t this just a slap in his face?

"That damn girl, she’s really gone mad! If I catch her, see if I don’t beat her to death."

Charles Quinn shouted as he stormed out the door.

"No way, Dad’s so angry, something might happen. I have to go along and keep an eye out."

Nina Quinn, looking terribly worried, seemed afraid that July Quinn might die because of this, like a lily white.

In reality, she just wanted to go along to experience White Horse Paradise herself and take the opportunity to see July Quinn’s joke.

"I’ll go and have a look too."

Nathan Jacobs also stood up to follow.

But he didn’t know why he was going along either.

Was it to watch July Quinn’s joke? Or because he was worried about Nina Quinn and Charles Quinn?

No, neither.

Why exactly did he want to go along?

Perhaps he just wanted a reason to let go.

*

As the Quinn Family and Nathan Jacobs hurried to the scene, inside White Horse Paradise—

In July Quinn’s room, there were nearly ten young men, all handsome and sweet-talking.

"The waist of the little sister is no ordinary waist; it’s the deadly curved blade of Madame Danger."

A handsome young man snuggled up to July Quinn, bringing half a cup of wine to her lips.

July Quinn grabbed the young man’s chin with her reverse hand, pouring the drink into his mouth instead.

The young man was choked with the wine, his cheeks reddened, eyes slightly teary, yet not daring to breathe heavily.

July Quinn set the wine glass down and lightly patted the young man’s cheek.

"Just lip service won’t do. Bring me something practical, and there’s plenty of tips."

Saying this, July Quinn stuffed a wad of hundred-dollar bills into the young man’s shirt.

The mist in the young man’s eyes instantly evaporated, as he eagerly started to massage July Quinn’s shoulders.

Feeling the zealous service, July Quinn contentedly closed her eyes.

Yet as soon as she closed her eyes, Kyle Keaton’s irritated face from last night seemed to flash in her mind once more.

July Quinn was slightly annoyed!

Simply because the image of Kyle Keaton kept appearing in her mind, she slept poorly last night.

But they’re about to divorce, how can she continue to dwell on it?

So, she came to find the stallions.

Isn’t it just male beauty?

How hard could it be?

Thinking of this, July Quinn patted her black backpack again.

The young men scattered around the room, either singing or playing on their phones, all turned their attention to her.

"Everyone come and keep me company, there’s plenty of money. Serve well, and I might take you home and keep you—though you’re destined not to make it big, you’ll have security in your next life, with no worries about food or clothing."

As July Quinn’s words fell, the young men were exceedingly attentive.

Some massaged arms, others massaged legs, some served tea and water, others fed fruit.

Simply put, they were exceptionally enthusiastic.

July Quinn closed her eyes in comfort.

Ha...

Men—nothing more than playthings, called upon or dismissed at will.