Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 110: The woman taking photos outside the window

Chapter 110: The woman taking photos outside the window

Chapter 110: The woman taking photos outside the window

“I never expected the famous Coach Biggie to be so young. You must have just come of age, right?” Victoria held her wine glass, her expression sultry, her gaze occasionally sweeping over Ethan’s crotch.

“Hmm, I just look a bit young,” Ethan replied with a smile, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

His skill, Hard as a Rock, allowed him to be ready for action at any moment.

But he couldn’t control its size at will.

The length of his dick pushed up a large bulge in his pants, which was particularly noticeable when he sat down.

“Miss Victoria, don’t you like young, handsome men?”

He felt his lines were getting cheesier by the minute, especially in this dim, suggestive atmosphere, where cheesy pickup lines just rolled off the tongue.

Victoria’s eyes held a suggestive glint as she moved her gaze from his crotch back to his face. “Hmm, you’re so handsome, why do you always perform wearing a mask?”

Ethan chuckled bitterly, picking up a bottle of wine and pouring her another glass. “Life is always full of regrets.”

Victoria paused, nodding deeply, her expression turning melancholic as she looked at her wine glass.

Ethan squinted,it was just as he had suspected. The last time he saw Victoria, she had gone home drunk instead of going to a hotel with male escorts.

He had sought out Leo Chapman, a male escort who often accompanied her. From Leo, he learned that Victoria always drank to excess.

Her personal life wasn’t exactly pristine, much like a woman wounded by love.

Ethan had begun to suspect that Victoria’s husband was currently in the hospital, about to kick the bucket.

Yet here she was, looking like a woman heartbroken by love.

If she loved her husband, she should be by his bedside, not drowning her sorrows in a gentlemen’s club.

And if she didn’t love her husband but another man, she should be happy, waiting for her husband to die so she could inherit his wealth and be with the man she loved.

Victoria’s current reaction was quite abnormal.

Unfortunately, Leo always flirted with her, and with many clients, he couldn’t provide a clear explanation of her complaints.

“It seems Miss Victoria has her regrets too,” Ethan raised his glass. “To regrets.”

“To regrets,” Victoria responded, her mood shifting as she clinked glasses with him.

She downed her drink in one go, then turned her gaze back to his crotch. “Coach Biggie, are those performances of yours on stage for real?”

“Of course, you think they’re fake?” Ethan was clear about his goal—to keep her drinking.

Victoria, slightly tipsy, chuckled. “Hmm, using your dick to open a bottle, that doesn’t seem humanly possible.”

“Let’s make a bet,” Ethan suggested, happy to keep the conversation going.

He had planned to use his Weakness Implantation skill to encourage her to drink, but now he didn’t need to.

Ethan gestured towards his crotch. “I can prove it right here, but since you doubt me, there should be a price to pay, right?”

“Oh, what kind of price?” Victoria’s eyes sparkled with a thick layer of interest, the kind of price a man would expect a woman to pay.

What could it be?

A hint of spring flashed in Victoria’s eyes, the kind of interest a woman shows in a man, and she didn’t mind the idea of being intimate with him, given his impressive size.

“How about we bet on finishing this bottle of wine?” Ethan suggested with a smile, pointing to the wine on the table.

“Sure!” Victoria felt that she wouldn’t mind following this man even to the bathroom at this point, although she didn’t have condoms in her purse, just wet wipes.

But with a performance to watch, she was all in for a bit of a spectacle.

“Watch closely.” Ethan noticed Victoria’s flushed face and the longing in her eyes, realizing she wanted to sleep with him.

Unfortunately, Ethan’s goal was to get her drunk to extract information, not to sleep with her.

He unbuckled his belt.

Victoria’s eyes widened.

“Watch.” Ethan said, then with a forceful thrust from his waist, he lifted the coffee table with his impressive member, shifting it entirely.

He picked up the wine from the table and handed it to the wide-eyed Victoria. “Miss Victoria, as per our agreement, please go ahead.”

Victoria shifted her gaze from the spectacle back to the wine, leaning towards Ethan with a seductive voice, “If I drink this, I might end up too drunk to handle, and you’ll have to take care of everything alone. That could be exhausting.”

Ethan instinctively leaned back,her implication couldn’t be clearer.

She was practically inviting him to bed.

Unfortunately, Victoria wasn’t exactly his type.

Not that it would matter if she was,Ethan considered himself a man of principles.

Ethan leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “Miss Victoria, I actually prefer intriguing stories over physical pleasures.”

Victoria looked surprised, as if to say, “If you don’t want to sleep with me, why are we drinking together?”

“Come on, let’s finish this bottle first.” Ethan handed the wine bottle back to her.

Victoria, unclear about his intentions, knew some men had fetishes for women who were blackout drunk, liking them completely passive.

She had heard about it, chuckled, and took a big gulp from the bottle.

Then she coughed, clutching her chest.

“Take it slow, no rush,” Ethan said calmly.

Victoria initially thought Ethan would let her rest, but after a moment, he urged her to continue, realizing he was just concerned she might choke.

You’re actually quite decent.

Ethan then performed opening a bottle with his 10-inch “Pecker” and swinging it under his jaw.

The display left Victoria dizzy, nearly causing a concussion.

“Miss Victoria, you don’t love your husband, do you?” Ethan whispered into her ear.

By now, Victoria was nearly unconscious and instinctively responded, “Hmph, he’s a liar, a big liar! Impotent! Useless!”

“Hmm?” Ethan frowned, sensing juicy gossip, and leaned in closer, “He’s about to die, aren’t you happy about that?”

“Huh?” Victoria’s eyes suddenly opened, but she was still groggy, “You… who are you, how do you know?”

“You just told me, your husband has terminal cancer, and his brother is taking care of him every day,” Ethan whispered into her ear, manipulating the narrative.

Hearing about her brother-in-law, Victoria shuddered.

Ethan felt he was onto something crucial, about to speak further, but then saw her collapse onto the coffee table, passed out.

“Ah, so close.”

Ethan’s expression was complex. Although he hadn’t gotten a clear answer, he had some ideas forming.

He called over the club manager, Zoe, to take care of Victoria.

After leaving the gentlemen’s club, Ethan saw Blair sitting in the car.

“Where to?” Blair asked, putting down his phone.

“Hold on, I need to make a call.” Ethan took out his phone, dialed a series of numbers, and the call connected after a few rings.

A puzzled male voice answered, “Hello, who is this?”

“It’s me, Ethan,” he said directly, “Joseph, your brother asked me to investigate Victoria’s affair, but she confessed that her lover is you.”

“It’s not like she said!” Joseph blurted out, then hesitated on the other end of the line.

“Hmm, let’s talk about this.” Ethan had just finished speaking when he noticed a woman outside the car taking photos of him with her phone.

“Officer Jessica?” Ethan was taken aback.