Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 72: Not Surprised

Cole Sinclair’s gaze immediately shot over, glaring at Ethan Page. Ethan scooted away resentfully, grumbling to himself, ’What a possessive freak! Am I that kind of guy?’

Riley Perry, of course, didn’t see Cole Sinclair’s subtle action, but she did see Ethan Page’s reaction. It only took a moment’s thought for her to understand what was going on. She chuckled. "I’ve definitely never practiced before."

So she was just lucky.

"Come on, come on, play a couple of rounds with me. Let’s see just how good your luck really is!"

The two didn’t play anything complicated, just a simple game of drawing a card to see who had the higher value. Riley Perry managed to beat him soundly every single time.

"This is insane! I’ve never seen anyone with such good luck!"

Morgan Fisher came over too. "Let’s all play a few hands."

"What can three people play? Fight the Landlord? I might not be so good at that."

"Let’s try, let’s try."

So the three of them started a game of Fight the Landlord while the other two watched. To keep score, they even got some chips, making it look like a serious game.

After a few hands, Cole Sinclair understood. Riley Perry really was lucky, but luck alone wasn’t enough for her to win every single hand. The most crucial factor was her high intelligence—or rather, her phenomenal memory.

Because in every hand, she could flawlessly read the other two players, as if she could see the cards they were holding.

Julian Fuller and Cole Sinclair exchanged a look. Julian’s seemed to say, ’You really are something else. You casually pick up a lover, and she turns out to be no ordinary person.’

Cole shot back a look that might as well have said, ’I’ve always been something else! And when have I ever been casual about it?’

Nearly an hour later, Ethan Page and Morgan Fisher had lost all their chips. Only then did the three of them stop playing.

"I’m quitting gambling!" Ethan Page yelled, flopping onto the sofa. "Seriously, I’m never touching it again. I’ve seen the light. Some things are useless no matter how much you persist. If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be."

After saying that, he fell silent. His gaze was vacant and his face was blank, as if he had drifted into a memory.

The three men exchanged another glance, their eyes then landing on Riley Perry. ’Playing a game of cards can have this kind of effect? In that case, Ethan should be properly thanking Riley.’

Fortunately, Ethan Page snapped out of it quickly. "Why is everyone so quiet? Let’s go, let’s go! My treat, we’re all going for a late-night snack."

Cole Sinclair said, "I have an early meeting tomorrow morning, so I won’t be joining you. We can get together another time."

"So early?" Julian Fuller said, but then it dawned on him. ’Oh, they’re heading home for their own little world for two. Having a woman really makes a difference, huh!’

"Right, right. You two head home. We’ll meet up another time. But hey, Riley, let’s add each other on WeChat so we can stay in touch."

Riley Perry glanced at Cole Sinclair. Seeing no objection from him, she took out her phone and displayed her QR code. All three men took out their phones to scan it and also left her their phone numbers. Julian Fuller even gave Riley a Diamond VIP card, telling her to bring friends over to have fun in the future. Riley accepted it.

...

When Cole Sinclair led Riley Perry out of the club, the driver had already pulled the car up to the entrance. Cole helped her into the back seat. Before getting in, Riley glanced over her shoulder.

The Ayr Jade: "Master, I’ll go take care of him."

Riley Perry: "No need."

She slightly raised her right hand. A stream of Spiritual Power shot silently from her fingertips, heading straight for the space behind a large tree. A BANG was followed by a cry of "Fuck!", the sound of shattering glass, and a heavy thud. Without a backward glance, Riley Perry lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped into the car, and casually closed the door.

Cole Sinclair glanced back. Diagonally across from the club’s entrance, there was a large tree. Someone seemed to be squatting beside it, picking something up.

Turning back, he sent a message to Julian Fuller: ’There’s someone by the entrance. Send people to check it out. Also, delete all the security footage of her from tonight.’

’Paparazzi can’t get into the club, and even the outside area is strictly managed. But it’s impossible to be completely foolproof. There will always be a few who slip through the cracks. Teaching them a lesson will make them behave.’

To be blunt, he wasn’t afraid of being photographed at the club, but he was afraid of the impact it would have on Riley Perry. After all, she was a celebrity. Rumors of her entering and leaving a club with a man or getting into a luxury car would definitely attract haters and damage her reputation.

Upon receiving the message, Julian Fuller immediately made a call to have his men handle the matter and delete the footage.

The man was loose-lipped. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for him to spill the beans.

"Boss, this guy’s a private investigator. He was hired specifically to dig up dirt on Miss Perry. The person who hired him is the young lady from the Chenning Group."

Julian Fuller SLAMMED his phone down on the coffee table.

"My club needs a serious overhaul." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Morgan Fisher asked, "Did you tell Colt?"

Suppressing his anger, Julian Fuller picked his phone back up and sent the message. "Men, women, it doesn’t matter—never let love rot your brain. Look at what that girl from the Chenning Family is pulling. It’s so fucking disgusting!"

By now, Cole Sinclair’s car had already driven away from the club. When his phone chimed, he took it out for a look. After reading the contents of the message, he felt not the slightest bit of surprise.

In the time it took him to read the message, the woman beside him had already taken off her high heels. She hugged his arm, whining playfully, "My feet hurt so much, and I barely even walked."

Cole Sinclair glanced over. In the dim light of the car, her two fair little feet were dangling in the air, her shoes tossed to one side. "Do the shoes not fit? Are they too small? I’ll have someone bring a new batch tomorrow. Don’t wear the old ones anymore."

’Those shoes cost five figures at the very least, how could I just throw them away?’ Riley Perry thought. "No need," she said aloud. "It’ll be the same even if you replace them. It’s just that my skin is too delicate. This happens whenever I wear heels for too long."

This was true. Her skin was too tender and couldn’t stand the friction. It wasn’t just her feet. Before, to make Cole Sinclair feel sorry for her, she would deliberately leave the marks for him to see, only circulating her Spiritual Energy to heal them later.

Now, whenever they were intimate, she would circulate the Dual Cultivation Technique. The effects were extraordinarily good. The most obvious one was the slow increase in her cultivation. It certainly couldn’t compare to her cultivation speed in the Cultivation Realm, but it was still quite good. After all, the Spiritual Energy in this world was so thin it was almost nonexistent.

Today, she had intentionally left these red marks on her feet.

Cole Sinclair couldn’t resist. He took her left foot in his hand, his thumb gently rubbing the red marks. He didn’t dare to use too much force.

Riley Perry took the opportunity to lean back against the seat, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the man’s service.

The driver had long since raised the partition between the front and back of the car. Riley Perry lifted her right foot and placed it on the man’s thigh.

Cole Sinclair...

He looked up at the little troublemaker, only to see the young woman gazing at him with burning intensity, her peach-blossom eyes full of seduction. "Do your feet not hurt anymore?"

"What happened that day... want to continue?"

Cole Sinclair’s throat bobbed. ’That day?’ It was the day he’d taken her to the airport. That time, she had left him completely wound up and wanting more, but she’d had to catch her flight. He had told her then that sooner or later, he would get his revenge.

The pressure of the foot on his thigh intensified.

At the same time, his breathing became noticeably heavier.

Riley Perry felt the hand holding her foot suddenly grow scalding hot. The warmth against the sole of her foot was very comfortable.