CHAPTER 336: CHAPTER 336: THE PERSON YOU WANT TO MEET

"Ding dong——"

Hearing the doorbell, Susan Wilde thought it was Erin Bishop, but upon opening the door, she discovered an unexpected visitor.

"Is there something you need?" she asked Shawn Rhodes, who was standing outside the door.

Shawn glanced at her twice, then peeked into the house: "What? Did you hide a man and don’t dare let me in?"

Susan turned her head and shouted into the house: "Darling, you better stay hidden, don’t give yourself away."

Shawn felt a bit of a tickle in his heart hearing her sweet "darling" and forcefully pushed the door open. Susan didn’t resist, stepping aside to let him in.

Even though he knew Susan’s words were a joke, after entering, Shawn still searched skeptically for signs of a man’s presence in the house.

After a thorough inspection, Shawn returned to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Susan crossed her arms, leaning against the TV wall: "Finished the tour?"

Shawn picked up the tea set on the coffee table, playing with it in his hand as he said, "Keep your evening free, I’ll come to pick you up."

Susan: "Where to?"

Shawn put down what he was holding, stood up, stuck his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the door: "To meet someone you want to see."

Susan initially thought it was a dinner set up by his parents, but unexpectedly, he led her into a nightclub.

The nightclub buzzed with energy at night. Passing through the frenzied dance floor, Shawn took her up to the second floor.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor was surprisingly quiet. Only by approaching the private room doors could faint sounds of music and dancing be heard from inside.

It seemed much more civilized than the first floor; however, the secrets hidden behind these doors were probably much dirtier than downstairs.

They stopped at the door of a private room at a corner, and Shawn reached out to push the door open, a wave of smoke hitting them.

Susan wrinkled her nose in discomfort, silently covering it with her hand.

The private room played popular music, unlike the KTVs Susan had visited before. This was a small party hall, luxurious enough to baffle anyone in the world of the wealthy.

Compared to other private rooms’ cacophony, it was relatively quiet.

"Young Master Rhodes is here?" a slightly plump man with glasses greeted them.

Shawn only smiled and nodded, pulling Susan to sit on the sofa.

Four or five middle-aged men, looking like bosses, sat around the sofa, each with heavily made-up women on either side of them.

"Oh, isn’t this your wife, Young Master Rhodes?" said the woman in the red dress next to Shawn, looking at Susan.

Shawn glanced at the woman, pulling her into his arms: "We’re all here to have fun, what wife or not, let’s just enjoy ourselves."

The woman in the red dress nestled into Shawn’s arms, laughed coquettishly, and glanced at Susan: "She won’t get angry, will she?"

Shawn laughed indulgently: "Angry? You’re overthinking, sweetheart. I told you, everyone’s here to have fun."

Everyone understood what Shawn meant by that, so they didn’t mind Susan being Shawn’s wife. A balding middle-aged man looked at Susan: "Young lady, how about pouring me a drink?"

Susan frowned, uncomfortable with such a setting. She hadn’t expected Shawn to bring her to such a place. If she had known, she wouldn’t have obediently followed him.

Facing the teasing of other men, Shawn not only didn’t speak up for her, but said to her: "Mr. Morgan is talking to you, can’t you hear? Don’t you like rich men? Mr. Morgan’s net worth is in the millions, better go and serve Mr. Morgan well."

But Susan stood up and said: "If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first."

Shawn immediately reached out and grabbed her, angrily shouting: "Sit down, damn it!"

Mr. Morgan, with a smiling face, got up and squeezed into the seat next to Susan: "Oh, Young Master Rhodes, don’t be harsh on her; the young lady is shy, take it slow."

As he spoke, he picked up a wine bottle with his chubby hand, poured wine into an empty glass, and handed it to Susan: "Here, I poured it for you, let’s toast."

Susan frowned tightly, avoiding Mr. Morgan’s touch, but beside her was Shawn, who even pushed her towards Mr. Morgan: "Mr. Morgan is toasting, don’t be ungrateful!"

Mr. Morgan’s face wore a somewhat sleazy smile: "Take it easy, no harm done."

Susan refused to take the wine glass from Mr. Morgan, her mind solely on escaping this dirty, disgusting place.

After a few seconds of standoff, Shawn grabbed the glass from Mr. Morgan’s hand, held Susan’s chin, forcibly pried her mouth open, and poured the drinks into her mouth.

"Cough—cough—" Half of it went down, and half coughed out onto the ground.

Mr. Morgan seemed to kindly pat her back, but in reality, he was taking advantage: "Young lady you should comply, or you’ll suffer. Come, I’ll pour another glass for you, this one you drink yourself."

"Why didn’t President Rhodes come with you all?" asked the bespectacled man sitting across the sofa.

Shawn, with the woman in a red dress in his arms, smiled: "My uncle will be here soon."

Only then did Susan realize that Simon Rhodes would be coming, not knowing what Shawn intended; she just wanted to leave quickly.

Mr. Morgan, despite his friendly demeanor, took advantage to pour several glasses of wine for Susan.

Susan wasn’t good at drinking, and the high concentration of alcohol quickly made her dizzy.

Mr. Morgan’s hand indiscreetly fell on her leg, and she kept dodging, but Shawn saw it and didn’t speak up for her.

The door to the private room opened once more, and three men in suits walked in.

Leading them was Simon Rhodes.

Upon his arrival, almost everyone in the private room stood up to greet him: "President Rhodes, you’ve arrived?"

The bespectacled man eagerly got up to make room for Simon.

The other two men escorted Simon in, then waited by the private room door, like assistants or bodyguards.

Simon sat down and immediately saw Susan on the sofa across from him.

He frowned, glanced at Shawn next to Susan.

Shawn smiled at him with a meaning hidden that others couldn’t comprehend.

Susan was somewhat conscious, but her body weak and limp.

Mr. Morgan held her, wishing he could leave with her for enjoyment, yet reluctant to give up this rare opportunity to converse directly with Simon.

The women gathering around Simon also immediately swarmed him: "President Rhodes, what drink would you like, I’ll pour it for you?"

"President Rhodes, must be tired after work, let me give you a massage."

Simon raised his hand to dismiss them, and the women dejectedly returned to their seats.

Mr. Morgan, holding Susan, teased, "They say President Rhodes isn’t fond of women, turns out it’s true, men like President Rhodes are becoming rare!"