<h4>Chapter 878: Chapter 878: Young Master Dales’s Charisma</h4>


    "I know, so I don’t me him either. No matter what, I just hope Roy can get through the danger. Even if he has to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, as long as he’s alive, it’s fine."


    Uncle Thompson hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "But... the master will eventually find out the truth. If he learns it was you, madam, who poisoned his food, he will hate you."


    "Hate? He never loved me. Whether he hates or not, what does it matter?"


    May Denton suddenly felt very sad.


    She had long known that Roy Saxon didn’t love her.


    He married her, pampered her, yet he never truly loved her. His kindness toward her had nothing to do with love all along.


    She had made up her mind to guard her heart but still failed.


    Over the past two decades, she had suffered greatly in matters of the heart. Only she knew how painful it had been.


    Precisely because of this, she would never allow her son to walk the same path she had.


    Love, this thing, is the most eroding to one’s willpower. Any trace of it can cause one to lose themselves.


    --


    M Country.


    In thergest entertainment club in Fort City.


    The stage was adorned with dazzling jewels.


    The VIP seats below were filled with Fort City’s rich and famous.


    Under the ambiguous warm lights, these distinguished figures from all walks of life in Fort City were enjoying treatments befitting emperors, each surrounded by beautiful women.


    These beauties were the finest in the entertainment club, whether in figure, face, or service, they were considered top-notch.


    During the day, these dignitaries were dignified, well-dressed, and were sessful individuals worthy of respect and admiration in the eyes of ordinary people. At night, beneath the well-dressed exterior, they revealed their most primal side.


    Luxury cars and beauties, grape wine in luminous cups, such extravagant lifestyles were unimaginable even in the dreams of ordinary people.


    The beauties exerted all their charms, desperately pleasing their patrons in the hope of earning more tips, or if fortunate, being chosen, then they would only serve one patron henceforth.


    The men who frequently visited here were very generous. As long as there were women who could spark their interest, they wouldn’t hesitate to spend extravagantly for a smile from a beauty.


    In the eyes of outsiders, the job these women did was lowly and shameful, but in these women’s eyes, ordinary people were just as poor and humble as they were.


    After all, if they performed well enough to please these men, a night’s earnings might equal an ordinary person’s half a lifetime ie.


    "Young Master Dales, has someone upset you? Why aren’t you speaking? If you’re in a bad mood, how about I have a few drinks with you?"


    Henry Dales was sitting in the foremost position in the hall.


    The table wasden with delicious food and fine wine. Beside him, two beautiful women were trying to entertain him.


    The woman poured red wine into a tall crystal ss, handed it to Henry, and said with a seductive smile, "If Young Master Dales has a drink, I’ll have two. If Young Master Dales can get me drunk, I’ll serve you for free tonight."


    A man sat opposite Henry.


    He also appeared dignified and handsome, yet at only thirty years of age, his eyelids bore the loose skin of one indulging excessively.


    He had one arm around a woman, pinching her cheek while curling his lips wickedly, "Tsk tsk, look at Young Master Dales’s charm. Howe no beautyes looking for me?"


    The woman in his arms was already disheveled, coquettishly leaning against him, giggling, "Who doesn’t know that Young Master Chapman has an amazing drinking capacity? Which of us sisters would dare topete in drinking with you?"


    "You little sprites." The man called Young Master Chapman patted the woman’s cheek and said with a smile, "I think with Young Master Dales willing to say the word, you’d even be willing to pay him instead."


    The woman’sughter became more seductive. She couldn’t help but lift her head and nce at Henry Dales with a slight infatuation in her eyes, staring at him for a few seconds before lowering her head and gently tapping the man’s chest, coquettishly saying, "Young Master Chapman, even if we pay him, Young Master Dales wouldn’t agree, everyone knows he only has his fiancée in his heart. Miss Woodes from a good family, is beautiful, and attends a prestigious university, how could we, these ordinary women,pare?"


    The man smirked and couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Henry Dales as well.