Chapter 190 Cut Up and Fed to the Dogs
Jason strode toward the bar.
As long as Cordelia hadn't left the bar, she couldn't escape from him.
Jason entered the bar and immediately spotted Cordelia in the crowd.
Just as he was about to step forward, the bar's security staff blocked his way.
"Sorry, Mr. White, but you can't go in."
Jason was a VIP at this bar who had spent God knows how much money here.
He was used to flaunting his VIP status around and doing whatever he wanted in the bar. Now, being stopped by security, his anger reached its peak.
He immediately jabbed his finger hard at the security guard in front of him and asked.
"Who am I?"
The security guard answered, "Mr. White."
Jason nodded with satisfaction, then pointed at another security guard nearby, "You, tell me, who am I?"
The security guard, "Mr. White."
Jason sneered, "Since you know who I am, how dare you not let me in?"
"Do you know how much money I spend at this bar every year? Your salaries come out of my pocket."
"Which idiot dares to make Mr. White angry?" Julian's voice appeared behind Jason at just the right moment.
Jason turned around and saw it was Julian, so he toned down his arrogance.
"These two security guards must be new. They're blocking me from going in."
"Julian, isn't that ridiculous?"
Julian glanced at the two security guards and smiled, "Pretty ridiculous indeed."
He had just received a call from Alaric, specifically asking him to throw Jason out of the bar.
When Alaric spoke, he naturally had to show Alaric respect.
Jason didn't want to bother with these two security guards right now. His eyes locked on Cordelia, and he immediately said to Julian.
"Julian, perfect timing. I need your help with something."
"Help me tie up that bitch and get her to my bed. When it's done, I'll give you this much."
Jason pointed at Cordelia and spread his palm, showing five fingers.
Julian's gaze followed the direction Jason was pointing. Seeing that the "bitch" he mentioned was Cordelia, a cold smile appeared on his handsome face.
"Fifty thousand dollars?" he drawled lazily.
Jason clicked his tongue, "Fifty thousand dollars? What are you, robbing me? That woman looks like she's only worth five thousand dollars. If it weren't for her soft, slim waist that would definitely feel great to hold, I wouldn't even want to pay five thousand."
The smile in Julian's eyes instantly disappeared, leaving only coldness.
Jason didn't notice Julian's mood change, assuming he thought the money was too little.
After all, with Julian's wealth, he really wouldn't care about this amount. But he had many subordinates, and he usually handed this kind of thing to them and let them earn the money.
"I'll add another five thousand dollars. Can't go higher than that." Seeing Julian's lack of interest, Jason raised the price.
Julian smiled at this.
"Alright, then, go wait in the alley out back."
Hearing this, Jason smiled lecherously.
"Julian really knows how to have fun, even saving me the room fee."
"I'll go wait in the back alley now."
Julian casually glanced at Jason's retreating figure and gave his subordinate a look.
The subordinate understood immediately, nodded, and followed in the direction Jason had left.
Jason arrived at the alley behind the bar. After waiting a few minutes, just as he was about to pull out his phone to call a couple of friends over too, a bag was suddenly thrown over his head.
Soon, a flurry of punches and kicks came at him.
He didn't know how many people were there, but each kick was brutal.
Jason was kicked until he couldn't breathe. Just as he was about to pass out, he heard someone speaking near his ear.
"Know why you're being taught a lesson?"
Jason's body trembled, and he quickly shook his head. He was in too much pain to speak.
"Because your dick doesn't behave. Next time it misbehaves, I'll chop it off and feed it to the dogs. Got it?"
The speaker poked his crotch with a wooden stick. Jason felt like someone had grabbed his weak spot, and his body shook even harder.
He nodded repeatedly.
"I... I understand."
"Please spare me."
The man snorted coldly and left with his people.
Jason heard footsteps fading away and was about to pull off the bag over his head.
Suddenly someone spat, and Jason felt a glob of phlegm land on the back of his hand.
He gritted his teeth and yanked off the bag. The people who had beaten him were long gone.
Having beaten up for no apparent reason, Jason was both angry and frustrated, going crazy in the deserted back alley late at night.
Suddenly, without paying attention, he stepped on the wooden stick. He fell hard, backward hard, and crashed to the ground.
Jason was in so much pain he couldn't even scream. He felt like his tailbone had cracked.
A few minutes later, Julian came to the back alley alone. Seeing Jason lying miserably in the alley, he pretended to be surprised and walked over.
"Jason, what happened to you?"
Jason's phone screen had been smashed by those people earlier, so he couldn't make calls. Seeing Julian arrive, he almost cried.
"Julian, quick, take me to the hospital. My back is done for."
Hearing this, Julian quickly walked over and used brute force to help Jason up.
Jason couldn't handle such rough treatment and screamed, quickly telling Julian to put him down.
"Don't...don't touch me."
Hearing this, Julian quickly put him down again.
Jason gasped in pain again.
Julian looked apologetic, "Sorry, I didn't know where you were hurt."
Being pulled up and put down by Julian, Jason was in so much pain he was panting and could barely speak.
"Help me. Call... call an ambulance."
Julian nodded and agreed, but didn't immediately call for emergency services. Instead, he looked at Jason, "What about that woman? Still want her?"
Jason was in too much pain to think about any woman.
"I don't want her."
"Call an ambulance."
Only then did Julian dial emergency services.
Inside the bar, Herschel noticed that Fiona had returned from the restroom, but Cordelia was still nowhere to be seen.
Fiona saw Herschel's gaze fall on her and smiled, in a good mood.
She picked up her glass and moved close to the already drunk Dominic.
"Dominic, I toast to you."
Hearing this, Dominic raised his glass and clinked it with Fiona's, completely unaware of Cordelia's whereabouts.
Herschel's expression darkened. He got up from the sofa and was about to head to the restroom when he saw Cordelia walking back safely through the crowd.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief and sat back down on the sofa.
When Cordelia walked over, she happened to see Fiona and Dominic intimately drinking from the same glass, egged on by a table full of classmates.
Fiona saw Cordelia approaching and smiled. She actively wrapped her arm around Dominic's and looked at everyone playfully, "It's just drinking from the same glass. Let's drink. Who's afraid?"
The drunk Dominic echoed.
"Who's afraid?" Completely wasted.
Amid everyone's cheering, the two drank from the same glass.
Fiona looked at Cordelia with a challenging gaze.
Everyone also noticed Cordelia's return, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.
Dominic also paused, suddenly sobering up quite a bit.
"Cordelia."