Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 92: Didn’t You Say You Don’t Like Men?
The night is thick, colorful neon lights rise all around, illuminating the sky.
In the club’s private room, Elara Don discreetly avoids the unwelcome hand of the man beside her, taking a sip of water to calm herself.
As she expected, tonight’s gathering is indeed problematic.
This man is indeed an important client of Hawke Corporation, but also a lecherous foreigner.
Every time he comes, he demands a lot, playing to his heart’s content.
Look at the way he looks at her, unabashedly lustful.
Does he really take her as a hostess?
"Miss Soo, you’re from Ryan’s company? Ryan and I are good friends. Every time I’m in Country F, I go to his company. Why have I never seen you?"
Frank approached Elara Don, his deep blue eyes shamelessly lingering on her.
Elara Don felt repulsion in her heart but forced a smile on her face.
"Because I’m a nobody, not qualified to meet you."
"Haha, Miss Soo is too modest. Shall we have a drink?"
Frank threw a flirtatious look at Elara Don, his restless hand placed on her thigh.
Elara Don just wanted to slap him to death, but she could only think about it.
She must humor him until someone comes to help her!
"Sure, Mr. Frank, this drink is on me."
Elara Don feigned pouring wine, standing up to avoid Frank’s unwanted touch, offering a toast and downing her drink in one gulp.
"Haha, Miss Soo, what a drinker."
Frank leered at Elara Don, doing the same with his drink.
"Mr. Frank, how do you feel? Isn’t our perfumer great?"
The PR manager, Faye Lynch, stood up beside them, refilling their drinks.
"OK, OK, quite excellent."
Frank drank until his face glowed red, intoxicated, his gaze full of raw demands as he stared at Elara Don.
"Why not let Miss Soo accompany you for a few more drinks? You must drink according to our customs here."
Faye Lynch glanced at Elara Don with a significant look.
The higher-ups had ordered her to take good care of the perfumer.
Who made her offend someone?
The drinking customs here?
What are those?
Elara Don furrowed her brows, seeing the malice in Faye Lynch’s eyes.
"Do you mean drinking cross-cupped wine? Ah, dear manager, you know me well!"
Frank laughed heartily, standing to toast and about to embrace Elara Don.
Elara Don hurriedly avoided him, covering her mouth as if about to vomit.
"Mr. Frank, I just drank too much and need to go to the restroom first. How about letting Manager Lin drink with you in the meantime?"
Elara Don nudged Faye Lynch closer to Frank.
Faye Lynch’s face stiffened, glancing back at Elara Don and feeling the coldness in her eyes, grinding her teeth furiously.
This woman dares to push her out as a shield.
"Alright, then Miss Soo, you must come back quickly. If you dare not return, I might go to your company to find you."
Frank’s tone sounded like a joke, but it hid a threat.
If Elara Don dared to use this excuse to sneak away, he would surely give her trouble.
This insufferable lecher.
Elara Don inwardly cursed the vile man, yet showed nothing on her face.
"Okay, Mr. Frank, you and Manager Lin go ahead and drink slowly."
She wouldn’t escape.
She’s just stalling for time.
Elara Don left the private room, went into the restroom, and called Leia Quinn.
"Kiki, where are you? I can hardly bear it anymore; I’m about to be suffocated by that old perv’s body odor."
"Girl, there’s a traffic jam, almost there; hang in there a bit longer."
"Hurry up; you don’t know..."
Elara Don complained to Leia Quinn about the situation here.
Not far away, Craig Landers happened to pass by and recognized Elara Don, raising his eyebrows.
He was currently with Damon Hawke, hosting several major clients.
Why is she here?
Need to tell Damon about this.
Thinking this, Craig Landers pulled out his phone.
"Tom, guess who I just saw?"
"..."
After finishing her call with Leia Quinn and knowing she had already entered the club, Elara Don breathed a sigh of relief, tidied her hair, and returned to the private room.
Inside, the atmosphere was unusually lively.
Faye Lynch was sitting on Frank’s lap, her face flushed, the front of her shirt already wet.
Frank had one arm around Faye Lynch’s waist, intimately drinking cross-cupped wine with her.
Faye Lynch wanted to dodge but was constrained by Frank’s status, having to swallow her pride and flatter him while drinking.
Elara Don didn’t want to see this eye-burning scene, but thinking of leaving again was unlikely.
"Mr. Frank, look who’s back."
Seeing Elara Don’s appearance, Faye Lynch suddenly called out.
Frank released Faye Lynch, "Miss Soo is back, come, come, let’s continue drinking."
Elara Don returned with a fake smile, went to the table, and poured herself a drink.
"Mr. Frank, I must declare, my drinking behavior isn’t good; when I get drunk, I’m unpredictable."
"Haha, Miss Soo, when drunk, one must do something interesting to spice things up, wouldn’t you say?"
Frank, reeking of alcohol, approached Elara Don, reaching out to hook her shoulder.
The smell of alcohol mixed with nauseating perfume assaulted her nose, making her want to vomit.
Elara Don looked coldly at the hand on her shoulder.
Just endure a bit longer; her savior is almost here.
At that moment, the door to the private room swung open with a bang.
Leia Quinn barged in.
Her neat short hair accentuated her cool, composed face.
Dressed in black, exuding a hint of roguish charm.
Her gaze swept the room, fixing on Frank’s arm on Elara Don.
"Well, Soo, what are you doing behind my back? You, take your filthy hand away!"
Leia Quinn shouted sternly, rushing towards Elara Don.
Elara Don smirked inwardly, but feigned panic on her face.
"Kiera, don’t be rash, things aren’t what you think."
"What do you mean not like I think? Soo darling, haven’t I treated you well enough? Why go behind my back to snack outside? Didn’t you say you don’t like men? Then who is he? Is he a freak?"
Everyone: "..."
What scandalous news have they just heard?
The woman who came in seemed closely tied to Elara Don.
Does this mean Elara Don’s orientation...
"Who are you? What freak? I’m a legitimate man!"
Frank was bewildered by the sudden situation, rebuking angrily.
"You’re a man? How dare you flirt with my woman?"
Leia Quinn stepped on a chair, looking down at Frank arrogantly, "Fine, you probably don’t know what happened to the last man who flirted with my woman."
"What happened?"
"Certainly, he became a genuine freak after his manhood was ruined!"
Leia Quinn pulled out a sharp knife, stabbing it fiercely into the table.
Frank shuddered, instinctively covering below with both hands, sobering up instantly.
He only wanted to fool around with a woman, not to the point of losing his manhood!
