The Night My Sister Became the Stakes

In the biggest bar of Gryndon, my younger sister, Evonne Bradford, is tossed onto the middle of the stage like a plaything.

The men beneath the stage keep arguing with each other.

At the moment, Evonne's complexion is as pale as a sheet. She can only stare at her fiance, Simon Scottman, in disbelief, who's sitting in the middle of the bar.

"Simon, I'm your fiancee! How could you treat me like this?"

Simon leans over to kiss the dainty-looking woman in his arms on the lips. Then, he shoots Evonne a cold look.

"You don't even know who took your virginity, yet you still have the guts to question me?"

The woman in Simon's arms just titters delicately, but the contempt in her eyes is plain to see when she looks at Evonne.

Meanwhile, I sit in my booth, my gaze already icy.

All it takes is three years of my absence in this country, and already someone dares to harm a member of the Bradford family.

Beside me, my assistant, Gillian Somner, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

With utmost deference, she said, "I'll call the owner of Nocturne right away and have him answer for this."

I let out a cold chuckle. "No need. Get our men to surround Nocturne. Make sure not a single soul can leave this place."

Upon receiving my order, Gillian nodded in acknowledgment before stepping away.

How dare they lay a hand on my sister, Evonne Bradford! I'd make sure none of them were walking out of here alive.

Evonne's face was streaked with tears. "It was only you and me celebrating Valentine's Day last night. How could there be another man in the room?"

Rachel Lopez snuggled closer into Simon Scottman's arms, covering her mouth as she laughed. "You're really funny, Rachel. Simon was with me the entire night, so how could he possibly be with you?

"It seems like you needed a little more excitement for your first time. Simon isn't enough for you, so you invited a whole group to play with you?"

Evonne froze, murmuring under her breath, "That's impossible. Simon was the one who personally handed me the room card. We even went for a candlelight dinner last night—"

Halfway through her sentence, she snapped her head up and glared at Simon. Her entire body shook with rage as she said, "It was you! You drugged my drink, and you called them over—"

He merely raised his brows, looking unfazed.

Just then, a short video appeared on the huge screen. It showed Evonne lying on a bed, barely covered.

Simon chuckled coldly before pulling out a USB drive from his pocket. He tossed it onto the table and said, "Come on, place your bets! Whoever guessed the real culprit who popped Evonne's cherry last night would be given the full video from last night!"

The eyes of every man in the bar were immediately glued to the screen, greedily taking in the video with unabashed desire.