Chapter 5: Michael Pins Evelyn Tightly Against the Wall with His Body

Michael strode away.

Elysia jogged after him but couldn't catch up.

The black Cayenne sped through the city streets.

Michael gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind constantly replaying the scene from that night when he carried Evelyn upstairs to the bedroom:

Her smooth, rounded shoulders, her long legs, her slender waist that he could span with both hands, her skin as white and soft as milk...

It was a perfect body that anyone would admire.

Before, all of this belonged only to him. He was the only man who could see it.

Now...

He and Evelyn had never had sex, and they were preparing to divorce.

But that didn't mean Evelyn could go find other men before they were actually divorced.

He gripped the steering wheel even tighter and pressed the gas pedal all the way down.

Cloudscape Club, VVIP room.

Ten scantily-clad male escorts were dancing to the pulsing music.

Evelyn and Delilah sat on the sofa, watching with big smiles.

"Evelyn, look at this guy's chest muscles, they're huge."

"The one on the far end has such a strong-looking waist, he must last a long time in bed."

Delilah drank her red wine while leaning against Evelyn, pointing and commenting.

Evelyn shook her head with a different opinion.

"That guy's muscles are too bulky; they'd feel too hard to touch. I prefer the one in the middle. Just a thin layer of muscle—looks good and won't feel rough to touch."

"Hey, handsome, did you hear that?" Delilah waved at the male escort in the middle. "My friend likes you."

The male escort immediately walked over, took the wine glass from Delilah's hand, and held it up to her lips with both hands.

"Miss, when you come here to relax, how can we let you hold your own glass? Let me do these little things. Come on, Miss, let me feed you."

"Look at that sweet talk, like he's been eating honey." Delilah drank the wine from the male escort's hand.

"But I'm not the one who likes you—it's the beauty next to me. Tonight, if you make my friend happy, you'll get a generous tip."

With that, Delilah pushed the male escort toward Evelyn.

The male escort sat down next to Evelyn, pretending to lose his balance and falling toward her.

When Michael kicked the door open, this was exactly what he saw.

"Touch her and see what happens!"

His sharp rebuke shattered the intimate atmosphere in the room.

The dancing male escorts froze and turned to look at Michael, who had just kicked in the door.

The male escort, who had almost fallen onto Evelyn, driven by pure survival instinct and flexible body control, managed to twist his body mid-air and landed on the sofa just a fist's width away from Evelyn.

Even this wasn't enough for Michael. He rushed over and kicked the male escort to the floor, then grabbed Evelyn's wrist and forcefully pulled her several steps away, further from the male escort.

Because he was so angry, Michael used too much strength and hurt Evelyn's hand.

She frowned and yanked her hand free, glaring at Michael with displeasure.

"Michael, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Michael said through clenched teeth. "Evelyn, you're the one who's lost it. Do you even see what you're doing?"

"You," he pointed with one finger, laughing coldly as he gestured at each male escort in the room, "as my legal wife, you're using our marital assets to hire male escorts."

"Right now you're just having them dance for you and feed you drinks, but if I'd come any later, would I have walked in on you sleeping with all ten of these men?"

Michael's presence was so intimidating that all the male escorts in the room were frozen.

Hearing his words, they realized this was Michael, the president of the Johnson Group, who could control everything in Harmony City with one hand. Some of the more timid escorts started trembling.

They might sell their bodies for money, but they still wanted to live, and they didn't want to offend someone like Michael, who could make it impossible for them to survive in Harmony City.

"Marital assets?" Evelyn looked at Michael with a cold laugh. "You can use our marital assets to buy Elysia bags, jewelry, and villas, so why can't I use our marital assets to hire male escorts?"

"Besides, we're about to get divorced. Whether I hire male escorts or not has nothing to do with you. Forget sleeping with these ten tonight—even if I called ten more, you have no right to say anything."

Seeing the male escorts' terrified expressions, Evelyn grabbed her purse from the sofa and pulled out stacks of cash, throwing them at the escorts.

"I had a great time today. This is your tip. Don't worry, with me here, Michael won't dare do anything to you."

"I'm divorcing him soon, and the moment I get the divorce papers, I'm coming right back here to have fun with you. I won't leave until I've had my fill for three to five months."

Evelyn had originally come to Cloudscape Club just to have some drinks and watch the male escorts dance.

But Michael suddenly burst in and said such horrible things. Her anger flared up, and she decided to really get under his skin with her words.

Whatever Michael didn't want her to do, she would do exactly that.

And she'd do it even more outrageously than he suggested.

"I'm going to hold a competition to see which of you lasts the longest in bed. Whoever lasts the longest gets a hundred thousand dollars."

"A hundred thousand dollars!"

Delilah clapped excitedly beside her, encouraging the ten male escorts: "You'd better grab this opportunity and don't miss it."

The male escorts hesitated at first, but looking at all that money, some of them boldly bent down to pick it up.

Slowly, a second one, a third one...

More and more people picked up the money.

This meant they agreed to Evelyn's proposal—once she was divorced, they'd compete to see who could last the longest in bed.

The only judge would be Evelyn.

And the way Evelyn would verify this was by personally experiencing it in bed with each of them.

"Evelyn Thomas!"

Michael was so angry that his teeth were clenched.

Evelyn didn't even look at him anymore. She shouted toward the door: "Where's security? There's a crazy person who broke in here. Security, get over here and throw him out."

"Let's keep playing. Tonight we're not leaving until we're drunk..."

Before Evelyn could finish, Michael grabbed her wrist with a dark expression and dragged her out of the room.

He kicked open an empty room, pulled Evelyn inside, locked the door behind them, and pressed her body firmly against the wall with his own.

Evelyn was so angry she lost all reason too, clawing at Michael's arms and kicking at his legs like a madwoman.

They struggled like this for a while, then both stopped almost at the same time.

Evelyn clearly felt Michael's erection.

His penis was pressing hard and hot against her inner thigh.