Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 455

Once introductions were made, Owen told his lackey to get more drinks. “You can buy anything you want, ladies. I'm paying for everything. Jimmy, tell the waiter to serve more drinks, fruits, and snacks.”

He had slept with many influencers, but none were as beautiful as Michelle. Even so, he wanted to sleep with Michelle's friends more. They were even more beautiful than she was. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He was starting to get some ideas—lewd ones. Owen thought Michelle's friends were just like the other influencers he had seen before. Once they met up, all he needed to do was sweet talk them, and they would sleep with him.

Some of the bolder ones might even do it right in the karaoke room.

Owen's lackey had been working for him for a while, and he got what Owen was trying to say. “Got it, Mr. Sunderland. Right away.” The lackey left the room.

They took their seats, and Owen sat between Michelle and Naomi. He loved how adorable Naomi was. She was his cup of tea. Even though he was chatting Michelle up, his eyes kept floating to Naomi.

Anyone could notice the desire and lust in his gaze. When Michelle noticed Owen staring at Naomi, a flash of displeasure flared in her eyes, yet she held it down for fear of upsetting Owen.

Soon, Owen's lackey came back with a bottle of red wine, and behind him was a waiter. He was holding two dozen of ice-cold beers.

“Decant the wine, Jimmy. We'll start off with some beer.” Owen cracked open a few bottles of beer for

everyone.

A smirk curled the lackey's lips, and he went away to decant the wine.

Naomi was a rich girl. She knew rich people would always decant their wines before drinking. She had also heard of some people tampering with the wine during the decanting procedure just to ensnare the women they were going out with.

Right after Jimmy went for the decanting, she started keeping an eye on him. Just as she suspected, he checked the coast and poured something into the drink when he thought no one was looking.

While Michelle was distracting Owen, Naomi told Luna about it, and Luna's immediate response was to give Harold a call.

However, just when Naomi was telling Luna about the trap, Owen pretended to topple the bottle of beer in front of Luna. The yellow liquid splashed all around and dripped onto Naomi's feet.

“Oh, sorry. I am really sorry. I didn't mean it. Here, let me help you clean it up.” Owen pulled some tissues out and tried to wipe Naomi's skirt.

It was one of Owen's tricks. Whenever any girl's shirt was drenched with alcohol, he would clean it up and take the chance to cop a feel.

The girls who wanted to hook up with rich guys wouldn't mind him groping them. At most, they would put up a bit of resistance. However, some of the more conservative women would get mad and give him a slap.

That was an easy way to filter out the kind of women he couldn't sleep with that night. If he wanted the more conservative ones to sleep with him, he needed to come up with another plan.

Naomi was a conservative woman. The moment the beer was spilled onto her skirt, she started getting mad. Noticing what Owen was trying to do, she screamed, “What are you doing?”

Sh*t. His lackey has spiked the wine. Can't let this go on any longer. Naomi went on the offense and picked up a bottle of wine, then she smashed it over Owen's head.

It drew blood right away.