Vania's POV
Grace looked at me with a mischievous smile on her face, her eyes filled with cunning.
I subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and it felt like a little deer was running wild in my heart. The sensation was simply too intense.
But I am married now after all...
"It's so boring just watching like this," Grace said, while enthusiastically waving her hand to call over those few call boys.
In the blink of an eye, the call boys sat beside her and me respectively.
"Angel, you looked so beautiful," a young and handsome male model suddenly approached me and softly spoke.
His voice was like a gentle breeze that blew into my ears.
I never expected him to suddenly say that, and my face instantly felt like it was on fire.
I have never been called an angel in my entire life!
Theodore's POV
Derek and I, two men, were frowning and anxiously waiting for news from two women inside the house.
I furrowed my brows tightly, and worries in my heart surged like tides. Unable to hold back, I asked, "Where did Grace take Vania?"
Derek's fingers frantically tapped on the phone screen, while he reassured me, "Don't worry, I'm reaching out to my network to find out. We'll have some news in a little while!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang abruptly, it was the nightclub owner calling.
"Hello?" Derek quickly answered the phone.
"Mr. Simpson, Miss Gilbert, and Miss Dalton are now here with me," came the voice of the nightclub owner on the phone.
"Are you there? What are they doing now?" Derek asked persistently.
Miss Gilbert just ordered six call boys a moment ago, and she is probably drinking in the private room now!
"What did you say? Call boy?!" Derek's voice instantly rose by eight degrees, filled with shock and anger.
Upon hearing these words, both Derek and I immediately had dark and furious expressions on our faces, and the anger inside us surged up instantly.
Derek gritted his teeth and said, "Keep an eye on them! Don't let them escape!"
The nightclub owner on the phone was definitely nodding repeatedly. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare let go of the person Derek wanted to keep.
Just hung up the phone, Derek was like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously and hurriedly searching for his car keys, while cursing and grumbling: "Damn it! I knew Grace wouldn't do anything good! Going to the nightclub is one thing, but hiring a call boy!"
I was faster than Derek in my actions, and there was a hint of warning in my tone: "Take care of your sister Grace in the future, don't let her influence Vania negatively."
"What do you mean 'my home'? Grace is your sister!" Derek immediately retorted. And speaking of this, he didn't forget to defend Grace a few more words, "And what do you mean by 'leading astray'? It's just going to a nightclub, hiring a call boy, what's the big deal!"
Although he said so, his actions became faster and faster. The two of us quickly left the apartment and raced all the way to the entrance of the nightclub.
The nightclub owner was waiting at the door early, and when he saw me and Derek getting out of the car, he quickly nodded and bowed, respectfully approaching us. He said, "Mr. Simpson, Mr. Winston, I've been keeping an eye on everyone, no one has left!"
Derek stopped in his tracks, his eyes sharp, and asked, "So you're saying they and those few call boys were in the private room the whole time and didn't come out?"
The nightclub owner smiled awkwardly, and everyone understood the meaning behind it.
"Damn it!" Derek cursed again, then walked quickly ahead, asking as he walked, "Which private room?"
"Over here!" the nightclub owner hurriedly responded.
The nightclub owner was getting ready to open the door for Derek, but Derek was impatient and kicked the door open with one foot.
Inside the house, several men were gathered around Vania and Grace, drinking. The two women were drinking in the midst of the boys' company, their faces flushed.
"Oh? Isn't that Derek and my younger brother?" Grace suddenly asked.
Vania's POV
I turned around and indeed saw two people standing outside the door.
Derek and Theodore had black faces, their eyes staring straight at this scene in the room, as if their gaze could ignite the air.
"Are these two also brought by you?" One of the call boys approached me, asking in a very ambiguous tone.
His words were like a heavy hammer, instantly sobering me up.
I was suddenly stunned and had no idea how to respond.
At that moment, Derek had a gloomy face and shouted with a hoarse voice, "All of you, get out!"
The few call boys saw the nightclub owner waving at them incessantly and immediately realized that they had caused big trouble. They hurriedly ran out in a panic.
"Ah! Don't go! Just stay a little longer! Don't you want to drink?" Grace also tried to reach out and pull back a few people, but Derek had already taken a quick step forward and held Grace back.
He said with an unpleasant expression on his face, "Are you out of your mind to come to a place like this for fun?"
"How dare you! How dare you speak to me like this!" Grace slurred her words, speaking incoherently and with a slurred tongue, as if it were tied in knots.