Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 113: Crazy Nightlife

Chapter 113: Crazy Nightlife

Ella let out a whimper, clutching his clothes tightly, her legs feeling too weak to stand. Only then did he wickedly leave her body. "I’ll have someone escort you out through the VIP passage later. Then I’ll make you make it up to me," he said.

Eric panted heavily, struggling to suppress his raging desires.

Ella let out a sigh of relief.

"And I’ll be waiting for you outside the school at random times!" he added.

Ella felt her entire body burning up. She hurriedly pushed him away, took a few deep breaths, and tried to dispel the heat coursing through her.

"I... I’ll leave first! You wait a bit before you go, alright?" Ella said, head down, as she hurriedly opened the door and left, terrified that if she stayed a moment longer, he would devour her.

Eric watched her fleeing figure with a smirk. That little woman’s body was becoming increasingly irresistible to him.

Having a woman wasn’t bad at all; amidst his busy work schedule, he finally had a reason to push himself harder.

Ten minutes after Ella left, Eric leisurely walked out of the lounge.

He hadn’t expected to run into Avery as soon as he stepped out.

Avery was overjoyed to see Eric, with a hint of mischief in his eyes. She quickly approached him. "Eric! I didn’t expect to run into you here."

The tenderness on Eric’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression. "Miss Allen, I don’t have time for a reunion. If I have been a poor host, please understand."

He couldn’t even be bothered to speak further with her and turned away, striding off.

"Eric, don’t treat me like this, please?" Avery’s heart broke as she rushed to grab Eric’s hand.

Eric’s face turned even colder. He roughly shook off Avery’s hand, pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket, and coldly wiped his hand.

Avery was devastated, her eyes brimming with tears. "Eric, how can you treat me like this?"

"Miss Allen, I haven’t done anything to you, have I? I haven’t harassed you; if anything, you’re the one harassing me. And I haven’t neglected you; there are plenty of things to eat and play with outside. Please, enjoy yourself," Eric replied coldly before turning and striding away. He crumpled the tissue into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.

Avery was on the verge of tears, feeling even worse. But this was a public event; she couldn’t break down and cry openly.

"Sis, what’s wrong? Who bullied you?" Emma rushed over, shocked to see tears in her sister’s eyes.

Avery looked aggrieved. "It’s Eric. I don’t know why he’s treating me like this, as if my touch is dirty. Boo hoo!"

"Alright, sis. If it’s not Eric, there are other rich guys. We Allen sisters aren’t lacking. Why hang ourselves on one tree? Come on, let’s go have a drink!" Emma said with a cold snort. Though she was upset, she knew Eric’s personality was uncompromising. Forcing things would only bring shame to the Allen Group.

Avery wiped away her tears and followed Emma to the third floor. The third floor housed the dance floor and bar, where the crowd was lively, and many couples were dancing gracefully.

They were elegant and noble, at least in appearance.

Their skilled dance moves and alluring dance poses attracted quite a bit of applause.

Avery and Emma sat at the bar, ordered two cocktails, and within minutes, a few men approached them.

Avery recognized one of the men; he was Patrick Miller from the Miller Group.

Patrick was just a junior in college but was known for his wild ways, frequently hitting up nightclubs and such. The Miller Group benefited greatly from the support of the Nelson Group each year, so these playboys indulged in their lifestyles without fear of running out of resources.

Patrick was Grace’s younger brother, but he also had an older brother who was much more intelligent and cunning, hence more valued in the family.

In any influential family, there are always a few who are idle, focusing solely on indulging themselves.

"Avery, we meet again!" Patrick winked at her with a playful smile, making Avery’s body go weak. Her previously foul mood improved significantly.

Emma was right—without Eric, Avery still had many men chasing after her.

"Indeed, it’s been a while. Where have you been hiding?" Avery asked with a light smile as the other two men started chatting with Emma.

"I’ve been off in Country W, picking up girls."

"Patrick, you’re quite the charmer, going abroad just to pick up girls," Avery said, feigning disdain.

Patrick leaned in close to her ear, speaking suggestively, "It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. How about... we leave through the underground passage and have some fun elsewhere tonight?"

It was an innuendo Avery was familiar with; she had played with this charming young man before.

There was a certain allure to someone like Patrick—sweet-talking and able to make her feel great every time they were together.

Avery was feeling frustrated and angry with nowhere to release it, and was looking for some fun. So, she quickly agreed to Patrick’s suggestion, and even Emma joined in, all of them leaving the Elite Horizon Club discreetly.

Patrick took Avery to a secluded villa, his private property where he would bring girls, ensuring privacy and avoiding any hidden cameras.

They spent the night indulging themselves.

Avery didn’t know how long they played, but she remembered falling into a deep, exhausted sleep, barely noticing the man’s movements on her body.

When she woke up, she felt dizzy and sore, with bruises covering her body.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the trash can was filled with used condoms.

Avery moved the hand resting on her chest and playfully pushed Patrick. "You jerk, you wore me out completely!"

Patrick groggily rubbed his eyes and, seeing Avery’s body, chuckled lightly.

"Isn’t this what you like? It’s already past nine..."

Patrick mumbled. Luckily, it was Saturday, so no classes. But skipping and being late was quite normal for him.

Just then, Avery’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, waking up the two men and one woman on the floor.

Emma blushed deeply. Though not her first time, she was still young, and upon waking, the two men immediately pounced on her like hungry wolves.

"What did you say? Videos of me and Emma?" Avery screamed, making the two men stop.

Emma frowned, seeing her sister’s pale face and feeling a surge of unease.

Avery quickly hung up the phone and, face ashen, opened a popular forum. A classmate had just informed her that, at four in the morning, several forums had been flooded with videos of her and Emma!