Arlene stood at the other end of the corridor and watched Ayla standing in front of a private room.

From what she had seen just now, she could tell that Brian had different feelings for Ayla.

She clenched her fists, and her eyes darkened.

She was the real daughter of the Woodsen family.

But here she was, no freedom at all.

Brian had imprisoned her here and forced her to serve the guests.

She also had to drink with them and entertain them.

While Ayla was enjoying her life.

Sne was even wearing delicate and expensive clothes now.

Squinting her eyes at Ayla, Arlene made up her mind.

She would take back everything that belonged to her.

Ayla didn't have the right to take advantage of the things that were supposed to be hers.

Ayla kept her head down all the time, so she didn't notice that Arlene had been staring at her fiercely for a long time.

She had been waiting in front of the private room and didn't dare to go far.

This was an entertainment club, after all.

Aside from its strange atmosphere, she was also afraid that she would bump into some random strangers and got herself into trouble.

The experience she had here last time still gave her the creeps.

She would never want it to happen again.

It was already early in the morning when Brian and Anna walked out of the private room.

Actually, they did not only talk about business but also had sex.

It was their habit and tacit understanding every time he came here.

His marriage to Ayla had not changed their relationship.

Following behind Brian, Anna was still tidying up her clothes.

When she raised her eyes, she was stunned to see Ayla squatting beside the door and sleeping.

Her long black hair fell to the front, partly hiding her beautiful sleeping face.

Brian stared at her.

Although the heating system in the entire club was sufficient, he knew that she still felt cold.

After all, she was only wearing a dress without a coat.

That strange feeling welled up in his heart again.

Did he feel sorry for her? How could that be? If he really felt sorry for her, he could have just let her enter the private room or arranged another room for her.But he didn't, right? 

Instead, he let her stay outside until she fell asleep while he and Anna were having sex inside.

He was indeed a heartless man.

And to him, every woman was the same.

Brian also felt that Ayla

for quite a while now, but she had

she didn't

just to climb into

was the one who always came to her

him an innocent

heart, so he could easily give in when

"Brian?"

gave Brian a

what he

she didn't expect that Ayla would really stay at the door the whole

her feel a little strange and

of his women

Ayla was

so many years, Anna had never cared about her status in Brian's

appeared, she started to have a

"Miss Woodsen?"

so she took the initiative to wake Ayla

Clark" was

addressed Ayla

feel that Ayla was

up, she felt cold and stiff

still

Brian in front of her, she stood up

fall asleep?'’

had really fallen

She

"Let's go!"

then walked towards the other end

both numb, but she ignored

feet

back

entered the living room, she saw a newspaper on

news was about the incident at Toby's

even some photos of

something happen to you

voice was full

she read the news, she was worried that Brian might misunderstand

she got more anxious when they did not come home

Ayla shook her head.

"Nothing."

get out of

her home then

course, she still didn't dare to ask

few days, but Brian hadn't come back home

was when he

that he was either staying in the company all the time, he was with Anna, or with another woman.She sat in front of the

winter vacation, so she only

studio during the daytime

getting colder and

even snowing

in front of the floor-to-ceiling window after getting tired

villa, Maria went upstairs to

better go

two days, she noticed that Ayla didn't turn off the lights

didn't need to ask to know that Ayla was waiting for

took the glass of milk from her and said, "Thank

less than five minutes, she was all

in her room

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