Chapter 21: I Can Surely Entertain You a Little Bit
A Night of Wine and Unspoken Wars
The soft melody of the jazz band drifted through the dimly lit bar, wrapping around the guests like a lazy haze. Under the warm golden glow, Selene sipped at her wine, one glass after another, her movements slow and calculated.
Soren, seated beside her, didn’t stop her. Instead, he refilled her glass every time it emptied, silent and patient. His gaze, however, never left her—not even once.
Across the room, Orion finally had enough.
Leaving behind the two charming young men who had been vying for his attention, he strolled over and unceremoniously plopped down beside Selene and Soren.
With a dramatic sigh, he snatched the bottle from Soren’s hand, pouring himself a glass as well.
“What’s your deal, Soren?” Orion teased, swirling the wine in his glass. “Trying to turn her into a damn wine barrel?”
Soren only shrugged, his expression unreadable.
Orion huffed out a laugh, lifting his glass to his lips. But before he could take a sip, a loud voice shattered the easy atmosphere.
“Boss, bad news!”
A man, disheveled and out of breath, burst into the room. His work uniform was slightly wrinkled, and his panicked voice overpowered the music.
Orion, still holding his untouched drink, barely spared him a glance.
“Take a deep breath and spill it,” he instructed lazily. “What’s got your tail in a twist?”
Finally catching sight of Orion among the dim lighting, the man stepped closer.
“It’s Lucian Wolfe—second son of the Doyle family. He’s making a scene, and we can’t risk crossing him. You’d better come handle it.”
A Snake in the Den
Orion sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Lucian Wolfe.
The very name was a headache.
Among Tofral’s spoiled elites, Lucian had carved a reputation as one of the most entitled brats—a man whose only merit was being born second in line to a powerful family. With no personal achievements of his own, he leached off his older brother’s influence and used it to push people around.
Tonight, it seemed, he had decided to cause trouble on Orion’s turf.
“Alright, alright.” Orion sighed, getting up. “Lead the way.”
At the sound of trouble, Selene’s interest was piqued.
“I’m coming too,” she declared, flashing a playful grin as she followed Orion out.
They made their way through the bar, pushing past murmuring guests, until they reached one of the private VIP rooms.
Inside, Lucian Wolfe lounged arrogantly on the sofa, a drink in one hand while his other gripped the wrist of a terrified young woman.
His words were sharp, laced with cruelty, each one dripping with spoiled entitlement.
“You should be grateful I even noticed you!” he sneered. “Working in a place like this, I bet half the city has already had their hands on you. Don’t act like you’re above it!”
The girl, visibly shaken, struggled to pull away, but Lucian only tightened his grip.
Just as he reached for a bottle, clearly intent on forcing her to drink, Orion stepped in smoothly.
With an easygoing smile, he slid between them, gently peeling the girl away and pushing her behind him.
“Mr. Doyle,” Orion greeted, his voice coated in velvet charm. “What’s happening here?”
Feigning irritation, he snapped at the girl.
“Why are you standing there bawling like a child? Is this how we greet our guests? Wipe that face clean and get out!”
The girl hesitated but eventually fled.
Too drunk to recognize who Orion truly was, Lucian sneered.
“And who the hell are you?” Lucian slurred. “You in charge here? Great! Then explain why your staff thinks they’re too good to entertain me.”
Orion tilted his head, his smile never faltering.
“Come now, Mr. Doyle, no need to get worked up. I’ll admit, she’s new and still learning the ropes.”
His voice took on a silky, persuasive tone.
“Let me make it up to you. I’ll drink to your health, and how about a 20% discount on your bill tonight—just for you? What do you say?”
“Get lost.” Lucian spat, knocking the glass aside.
His voice dripped with arrogance.
“Either she spends the night with me, or I’ll wreck your place.”
His friends erupted into laughter, egging him on.
“You’ve got guts messing with Mr. Doyle.” One of them sneered. “But trust us, you’re going to regret it.”
Lucian, smirking, leaned back into the sofa.
He wasn’t just here to cause trouble—he wanted to prove something to the other trust fund brats.
Among Tofral’s elite, power was displayed not through money, but by how effortlessly you could crush someone beneath your heel.
Tonight, Lucian Wolfe intended to leave his mark.
A Dangerous Game
The air was thick with tension.
Then—
A soft click of heels against the floor.
Selene stepped forward.
She moved with purpose, the very embodiment of poise and power, slipping through the gawking onlookers until she stood directly in front of Lucian.
Her hand reached for a half-empty bottle on the table, fingers curling around the neck.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she leaned in.
Lucian shifted slightly, clearly caught off guard.
One hand rested on the back of the sofa, the other holding the bottle with lazy confidence.
Then—
A slow, sultry smile curled at Selene’s lips.
“Planning to have her keep you company tonight?” she murmured.
She let the question hang, her tone dripping with casual amusement.
Then—her smile widened, turning into something almost predatory.
“Well then, instead of her…
“What do you think of me?”
Her voice dropped an octave, silky and teasing.
“I can surely entertain you a little bit.”
