Genius Son Sells his Mom to Dad

Leo's crazy steps on the accelerator which make Claire feel a little uneasy. “Leo, where are you taking me to?”

But he does not answer.

The car turns around in a roar and finally stops at the door of a nightclub.

Leo opens the door, yanks Claire out of the car, and takes her to the club easily.

The flashing lights make Claire lose sight of what is going on at the club, but when she does, her face turns red.

In the hall where the lights are alternating and the atmosphere is warm and ambiguous, couples of men and women hug each other.

Men's eyes are full of sexual desires and drunkenness, with the music of passion and intoxicating rhythm, being restless to women.

And those women do not only refuse, but also arbitrarily twist their waists, their hair messy, eyes drunk, taking off their own clothes. Their mouths are continually giving out exhortations and chanting.

Claire does not expect the scene to be so promiscuous. She surprises, bows down and curses Leo, and turns away.

But how could it be that simple?

Leo makes a snap, and the winking guards in black have rushed up and shut the door.

Leo sneers, yanking Claire and snorting, “What? Isn’t that what you like? “

Claire grinds her teeth, turns her head over. “Leo, I am your wife, your wife! I am not who you think I am.”

But Leo ignores it. He pushes Claire suddenly, and he steps into the middle of the club.

Claire turns back, but suddenly four or five tall shadows appeared in front of her.

The men who surround her are tall, dressed in black suits, dark glasses, grimly looking, with their hands behind their backs. Those steel sculptures generally stand to keep Claire from leaving.

you doing? In such public place...” Claire

place? But actually this is not,

woman with short hair coming up with a glass of red wine and

“Since you are here, do not pretend to

lifts her glass gracefully and drinks. The blood-red wine makes her lips more delicate.

Claire frowns and looks at the woman, who is almost dressed in bikini, “I am sorry, but I am not one

the middle

course, is not a match for these black-clad bodyguards, so she shouts to Leo, “Leo, are you just going to

is sitting on the sofa on the edge of the field, laughing with a dancer, regardless of Claire, even if she screams her throat out.

Claire gnashes her teeth and squeezes

her head and stares at

woman with short hair smiles and says, “Do not worry. We are just inviting

hair smiles darkly, and all the other women behind her look at each other and laugh too, and the smiles make

with short hair comes up and says, “Of course just a game.” The short-haired woman holds up her glass, “Drink if

Claire pats off the short-haired woman's hand and shakes her head. “I do not play games and I do not drink.”

The woman with short hair sneers, “Don’t pretend to be innocent, Claire. You are either playing a game today or

that all this was designed by Leo and that he wants to insult her in front of everyone. But now that

The short-haired woman smiles contentedly, then points to two cuboids on the table and says, “The game is very simple, we roll cuboids, whose points are small, who

a cuboid and shakes it. Claire sighs, and takes one to shake too,

and short hair woman laughs

Claire takes a look at the rolls. The points are three, four, six.

is not small. But the woman with short hair laughs and opens the cuboid cup; points are four,

“Drink it.” The crowd laughs

of wine is brought before

Claire frowns and has to fill her stomach