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.

"What are you doing? In such public place..." Claire says angrily.

"In such public place? But actually this is not, lovely."

Claire looks back and sees a woman with short hair coming up with a glass of red wine and her waist twisted.

"Since you are here, do not pretend to be aloof, huh?"

The short-haired woman 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 of you."

She turns to leave, but is pushed into the middle of the crowd by her black-clad bodyguards.

Claire, of course, is not a match for these black-clad bodyguards, so she shouts to Leo, "Leo, are you just going to stand by? Do you have the heart to watch me get bullied? Bastard."

Leo 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 little fists.

"What do you want?" Claire turns her head and stares at the short-haired woman.

The woman with short hair smiles and says, "Do not worry. We are just inviting you to have fun with us."

The woman with short hair smiles darkly, and all the other women behind her look at each other and laugh too, and the smiles make Claire angry and nauseous, "What do you want to play?"

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

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 you are not leaving."

Claire finally knows that all this was designed by Leo and that he wants to insult her in front of everyone. But now that she is in deep trouble, there is no other way. She is angry, "What do you want to do?"

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 drinks."

Then she picks up a cuboid and shakes it. Claire sighs, and takes one to shake too, unwillingly.

Two people shake for a while, and short hair woman laughs wickedly, "Open it."

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

She gets relaxed, thinking that 13 is not small. But the woman with short hair laughs and opens the cuboid cup; points are four, five, five.

"Drink it." The crowd laughs gloatingly.

A glass of wine is brought before Claire.

Claire frowns and has to fill her stomach with a glass of red wine.

Then there are a few more glasses of red wine poured into her stomach, and all she felt is a burning flame in her belly and a buzzing sound in her head.

But Claire was conscious, and she realizes it is not right. She puts the glass firmly on the table and stares into the eyes of the short-haired woman.

Short hair woman sneers, "Can you afford to lose?"

Claire suffers a huge loss, but does not want to give up. The alcohol makes her very bold, so she hits the table on the big voice, "Let's play a bigger one. Drinking is nothing much. Losers get slapped."

The crowds look at her in astonishment, not knowing that she has the guts to play and make the punishment more severe.

Claire adds, "But I will make the rules. I am not going to play like you, who dares not to lose and cheats."

The short-haired woman looks startled, knowing that she would lose face if she does not, so she nods, "Whatever, I do not believe I cannot beat you . "

Claire laughs. "Now that you say you are not a cheater, so you still use your cuboid. We are still playing the previous game."

The short-haired woman clenches her cuboid and looks at Claire hesitantly, wondering what she intends to do.

Claire sneers, "It is just a slight change in the rules, and now it is that the bigger one loses, and the smaller wins."

Claire smiles smugly."What? Scared? Do not go out just to be ashamed if you cannot afford it."

The short-haired woman clenches her teeth and shakes the cuboid.

It is clear that Claire still has the smallest number of points, but this time she is the winner.

But the short-haired woman is shocked again. Claire just raises her hand, but she does not take the slap off.

"I know someone makes you come to insult me, but what I am going to say is, you should forgive when you can forgive."

After saying that, Claire turns her head away and leave. No one stops her this time. The alcohol makes her dizzy. She just wants to get out of this place quickly.

Leo looks at Claire's swaying back. His two saber eyebrows congeal together, and his eyes disturbed. He snorts toward the short-haired woman, "Useless!"