Chapter 130 – An Unbreakable Vow with the Heartless Tycoon

The front hall of the villa is silent. Several maids rush back and forth carrying wine and mixed drinks on silver platters.

“Welcome miss, please follow me,” a maid says. She nodded and follow.

The maid takes her through the hall to a flight of stairs. They descend the stairs to an underground bar. Though loud rock and roll music blares from large speakers, the soundproofing makes it impossible to hear it from outside the bar.

The room is dim and the atmosphere is charged with s.e.x.u.a.lity. Men and women touch and grind against each other in the dim light. If the music stopped and the lights turned on, multiple couples would find themselves in compromising positions.

The guests are too intoxicated and busy dancing to notice her. Though she searches the room, she doesn’t find Gabrielle.

“Miss, do you want some wine?” asks a maid wearing a tight, revealing dress.

Leilani shakes her head. She’s about to ask the maid if she knows of a girl named Gabrielle Peters, but the music stops and two beams of light swirl around the room. One beam stops on the crowd and the other lights up a small stage with a red drum kit.

A man walks across the stage. He glances at the crowd arrogantly and the mole at the corner of his eye appears. He is dressed in casual clothes, and he looks younger and more dissolute than normal. Afraid of being recognized, Leilani bows her head.

“Just like old days, I’ve put it on the bar counter,” Andrew says casually, “One person, one vote. Choose the best one.”

Like Mr. Clifford, most of the guests are rich men: birds of a feather flock together. As soon as Andrew finishes speaking, the guests begin to crowd around the bar. Leilani doesn’t know what’s happening. She looks at the bar counter and sees a small glass box, illuminated by.a small but powerful light. A variety of precious gemstones are contained within the box.

Leilani used to study gemstones to try to curry favor with Waylen’s grandmother. Even from a distance, she can recognize the gemstones in the glass box: bloodstone, blood amber, cymophane, and red opal. All of the stones are precious and shined to look their absolute best.

The red Opal is the most precious opal in the world, and Leilani has heard that it’s priceless. The blood amber looks as red as blood itself even in the bright light. Leilani knows that the blood amber is incredibly rare. The ancient resin needs to be buried for several million years, and the temperature has to remain consistently around eighty degrees Celsius. If the temperature is too high, the stone will melt and if it’s too low it will oxidize. Such a pure-blood amber must be incredibly rare and priceless.

“The bloodstones are pretty and shiny,” a female voice says.

“The stones were soaked in a man’s blood,” a male voice responds.

“Hmm,” replies another man, “Isn’t Andrew concerned about exposing the stones to too many male hormones?”

Leilani understands immediately. She heard that many rich men are obsessed with gemstones and believe they hold certain spiritual properties. Some of them believe the stones need blood to remain pure and retain their powers.

“In my opinion, I think ruby is great,” someone says.

“I don’t think it can compare with Mr. Clifford’s blood amber which looks very pretty and bright,” says another person,” I heard that he will soak the blood amber in v.i.r.g.i.n’s blood tonight.”

“I heard that Mr. Clifford will f.u.c.k a strange woman,” says a woman.

“It’s true,” replies another, “The woman is a v.i.r.g.i.n and comes from noble birth.”

“Well, there’s no chance for us then,” says the first woman bitterly, “But if we have a chance to see how Mr. Clifford f.u.c.ks the woman, it will be great.”

“You think he’ll f.u.c.k the woman in public?” asks the second.

Leilani feels her blood run cold as her heart begins to pound with rage. She can guess that Gabrielle is the woman they’re talking about.

Leilani knew that Andrew wanted Gabrielle for some sinister purpose, and now she knows just what that purpose is.

“No way!” she thinks, “I won’t allow this to happen. I must find Gabrielle.”

Leilani looks at the bar and sees that a winner has already been declared. Unexpectedly, Mr. Clifford’s blood amber wins, with a majority of the votes. The men call in the “Queen of Gems.” Though it’s not the nicest stone, the men have voted for it because they want to see it baptized in v.i.r.g.i.n’s blood. Leilani looks around the room, but she still can’t find Gabrielle.

“Oh!” someone whistles, “What a beautiful woman!”

“Is she a beautiful v.i.r.g.i.n who will be f.u.c.k.i.e.d?” asks a man, “Will her blood water the gemstone?”

“She’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but she’s not bad,” says a woman in the crowd.

Through the smoke and haze, Leilani sees a beautiful woman wearing a silk cheongsam style dress appear on stage. The woman has black curly hair and long, fake eyelashes. Her lips are bright red. When the light reaches her mouth, it looks almost bloody.

Leilani is confused. She was expecting the woman to be Gabrielle, but she’s shocked to see Michelle Cindy.

“Why is she here?” Leilani wonders, “I thought Robert broke her ribs recently. Moreover, is Michelle Cindy really a v.i.r.g.i.n?”

Although she is confused, she has no interest in wondering about Michelle. She knows that the most important and urgent task is finding Gabrielle. She walks toward the door by the stairs but finds that it has been locked. She kicks and slams on the door, but it doesn’t even budge in its frame.

She looks at the stage again. She knows that there must be a concealed entrance by the stage that Andrew and Michelle used. She returns to her corner and waits for the secret entrance to be revealed to her.

Wearing her s.e.xy and flimsy dress, she rolls her h.i.p.s and undulates her body as she walks across the stage. Just like a snake, she crawls into Andrew’s arms and wraps herself around his body. The spotlight suddenly reveals that a small bed with white sheets and a velvet sofa have been placed on the left side of the stage. The crowd cheers and whistles.

“Mr. Clifford, Mr. Clifford, Mr. Clifford—” the men chant Andrew’s name admiringly.

“Mr. Clifford,” Michelle says seductively.

She puts her delicate hand on Andrew’s chest and touches him gently. He throws her onto the small bed, but instead of walking towards her, he claps his hands twice. Two fierce and muscled men appear on the stage holding a girl wearing a s.e.xy nurse costume. The men are wearing nothing but tight-fitting underwear. Everyone in the crowd is shocked.

“What’s the matter?” they ask, “Why is there another woman?”

Leilani can barely hear them. As soon as she saw the woman, a dull roar began in her ears because the woman is Gabrielle. She sees that Gabrielle’s hands have been handcuffed together, and she sees the fear and anxiety in her little sister’s eyes. She struggles to free herself from the men, but she’s no match for them.

The two men push Gabrielle into Andrew’s arms and then cross the stage toward Michelle Cindy. They violently rip Cindy’s dress off of her body, exposing her black lace underwear and white body in the dim light. The crowd holds their breath in excited anticipation, waiting to see what exciting things will happen next.

“What’s wrong?” someone shouts, “Will Mr. Clifford f.u.c.k the v.i.r.g.i.n in private instead?”

Andrew sits on the sofa and holds Gabrielle tightly in his arms. He lights a cigarette peacefully and calmly blows smoke into Gabrielle’s face.

“She is so inexperienced and has never had a relationship with another man,” Andrew says to the crowd, “We should teach her how to arouse a man’s desire first, no?”

All of the men in the crowd laugh s.e.x.u.a.lly. Leilani clenches her fists and digs her nails into her palms. She always suspected that Andrew Clifford was a bad man, but she never guessed that he was so twisted and disgusting. She wants to rush onto the stage to stop it, but she knows she can’t. Everyone in the crowd is one of Andrew’s guests, and it would be dangerous for her if they felt she was ruining their entertainment or threatening their host.

She tries to endure, keeping her eyes away from the bed where the men are f.u.c.k.i.n.g Michelle. Instead, she looks nervously at Gabrielle. Gabrielle clearly doesn’t want to watch such a filthy scene, but Andrew holds her chin and forces her to look.

“If you learn now, the next part will be better for you,” Andrew says to her.

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