The strong liquor burns down the throat（2）

As she spoke, Alice Garcia reached out and pulled one of Jane's hair clips off, causing her to lose her balance. The weight of the scarf was too much for the other clip, which started to slip down her leg.

Alice Garcia pretended to be surprised, covering her mouth and blushing intentionally as she leaned towards John, "No wonder President Chen can't resist Jane dressed like this."

But it was not true.

Jane's face turned red, and she glared at Alice Garcia with anger. It was intentional.

Despite the humiliation, John remained indifferent. Alice Garcia was pleased and decided to push the boundaries even further. She pulled off Jane's scarf and whistled, "I heard President Chen is into women's soft moans, but Jane's legs are so stunning that there's probably no other woman in S City that can match her."

Alice Garcia's every move seemed like a test of John's limits.

Everyone in the private room saw Jane's embarrassing behavior, but John's lack of reaction showed that she was a worthless wife.

However, Jane was stunningly beautiful, even among the top female stars in the entertainment industry.

Everyone in the room, except for Kevin and Mark, started to become restless.

Alice Garcia noticed everyone's intentions and pushed Jane towards a particularly mischievous member of a wealthy family. Jane was already unsteady from the alcohol, and her cough was getting worse.

With Alice Garcia's push, Jane fell uncontrollably onto the man, coughing and retching.

Coughing does not make for a pretty sight, but the wealthy man didn't care. As soon as Jane fell onto him, his hand landed on her thigh.

Alice Garcia watched with a smirk, wishing she could capture the scene on her phone. But she couldn't risk offending anyone else in the room, except for Jane.

Jane's face was burning, not from coughing, but from being humiliated and forced.

She tried her best to escape from the man's clutches, but her body weakened by alcohol couldn't muster any strength. In desperation, she used all her might to slap the man, but he flew into a rage and threw her out, spewing vulgar words from his mouth, "You stinky whore, do you think you're still the lady of Mr. John? Your behavior is shameless and you're open to all men. What's wrong with me touching you a few times?"

Jane crawled on the carpet, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She didn't feel ashamed, but rather embarrassed about her torn skirt.

Suddenly, she noticed that the coffee table was covered with a layer of printed white cloth. She reached out and pulled it hard, causing a loud crash as the wine bottle and glasses fell to the ground. She wrapped herself in the white cloth and felt a little better.

At this moment, John suddenly laughed sarcastically and said, "Why bother to pretend after the fact?"

Upon hearing this, she felt her blood run cold, as if the alcohol had lost its effect.

She crawled up, trying to stand up straight, and looked at John. She lifted her hand to her heart, her fingertips trembling as she tried to pull out the past that was deeply engraved in her bones and blood.

After a while, she raised her eyebrows and smiled charmingly, "Times have changed, encouraging women to pursue individuality and happiness. Even young people today sympathize with widows in ancient times who were unable to have sexual pleasure. Although John is nearly two meters tall, the toothpick below him might make an underdeveloped child more confident in front of him. Under these circumstances, is it wrong for me to pursue sexual happiness?"