The Heartbreak Prescription

Chapter 76

George had spent ten years in prison, and now that he was out, he was eager to have some fun.

The madam at the nightclub, upon seeing the check for a million, immediately broke into a wide grin. "Girls, it's time to work!"

A group of flashy, well-dressed women entered, lining up in front of George.

The madam asked with a smile, "George, which one do you like?"

George gave them a quick glance, then shrugged. "They're all too old. I prefer younger ones-the younger, the better."

The madam responded, "George, these girls are all only 20. They're quite young."

George's eyes gleamed as an idea crossed his mind. He licked his lips lewdly. "I want someone even younger."

The madam looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern. Was this man possibly a pedophile? He certainly seemed like a pervert.

Just then, the door to the VIP room was kicked open, and George looked up to see Wendy walk in.

The madam was startled. "Hi there, pretty girl! Who are you looking for?"

at George.

George said, eyeing her flawless, delicate face and her curvy figure. Compared to her, the

the check with a smug

I'm your foster father. Isn't it

in her chest. She moved toward him to snatch the check

face darkened, and he sneered, "You little tramp! Do you really think you're some

grab her hair, ready to teach her a

hand, driving straight through

at him with cold eyes. "You really think you can

through his palm. George howled in

glance. She turned and

Wendy!" George

Wendy paused.

"You're married to such

time when you were just a girl, wearing

from the city, looking as beautiful as a porcelain doll. You smelled like milk and sweetness. I even kissed you,