Chapter 407 Mr. Zackary Ruthlessly Abused Penelope!

Penelope thought that if Greyson kissed her today, she would definitely feel so nauseous that she would vomit her guts out.

Just when she thought she couldn't escape after all, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open. A waiter walked in and headed straight towards Mr. Walker.

Originally, Mr. Walker was thoroughly enjoying the play, when suddenly a waiter walked in, abruptly interrupting his enjoyment. His face looked somewhat displeased, but after the waiter whispered a few words in his ear, all his displeasure was replaced by a careful and respectful demeanor.

Mr. Walker separated Greyson and Penelope, he then whispered a few words into Greyson's ear. Instantly, Greyson's face was filled with fear and humility.

"Little lady, behave and wait here for us! When we come back, we'll make sure you have a good time! If you dare to run, don't even think about surviving in the entertainment industry!" With these haughty and cold words, Mr. Walker, grabbing Greyson and Mr. Parker, quickly headed towards the upstairs private room.

The boxes at Lust Club were divided into many levels.

There were regular private rooms, VIP rooms, Gold VIP rooms, and even Diamond VIP rooms.

The private room where Mr. Walker and his party were located was the high-cost Gold VIP room, while the one upstairs was the Diamond VIP room, where the consumption exceeded a million in one night.

The waiter pushed open the door, and Greyson and his group entered with sincere trepidation. They saw Zackary, aloof in his demeanor, leaning casually on the sofa. He lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling in front of him, obscuring his facial expression and making him seem even more inscrutable and intimidating.

Having spent so many years in Sea City, Mr. Walker, Greyson, and Mr. Parker naturally knew this new King of Hell in Sea City.

They had always dreamed of getting acquainted with him, but they never imagined that such a big pie would suddenly fall on their heads tonight. The waiter just said that the famous Mr. Zackary invited them for a drink.

Samuel knew that when Mr. Walker and his team entered, the boss must have seen them. However, as a competent senior assistant, he still dutifully reminded, "Boss, Greyson and his team are here."

"Mr. Zackary, I've heard so much about you!" Mr. Walker's face was all aflutter with laughter, and his well-maintained face, because of the overly bright smile, was layered with wrinkles.

"Mr. Zackary, it's truly an honor of our lifetime to share a room with you!" Greyson and Mr. Parker flattered Zackary in perfect harmony, with an eager and delighted look on their faces.

In their view, Mr. Zackary had already taken the initiative to invite them, so they were certain that they had already established a good relationship.

Such a large consortium as the Spencer Group, just giving them a little sweetener, would be enough for them to live on for a lifetime. Their status in Sea City will surely rise to a higher level!

Moreover, they had established a relationship with Mr. Zackary. The benefits of this were certainly not limited to just that. Whenever they went out and mentioned that they were friends with Mr. Zackary, who would dare not to show them some respect!

Afterwards, not only in Sea City, but even in Goldwald, they could walk sideways!

Samuel watched the excited expressions of Mr. Walker, Greyson, and Mr. Parker, and couldn't help but silently shed a tear of sympathy for them in his heart.

Just now, he went downstairs to deliver something to the foreign partner for the boss. When he reached the first floor, he saw Penelope.

He knew that the boss truly cared about Penelope. Seeing her come this way, he naturally had to pay extra attention.

He thought for a moment, then followed Penelope to the upstairs box. After confirming the box number, he had someone check at the front desk. To his surprise, the box turned out to be reserved by Mr. Walker.

Samuel had naturally heard of Mr. Walker's nickname. Seeing that it was Mr. Colon inquiring about the private room, the manager, who was meticulous and communicative, naturally told him about Greyson and Mr. Parker being in the room as well.

Samuel had heard that these three men loved to toy with women, their methods of torment were endless, his face instantly turned somewhat unsightly.

He hurried up to the VIP box upstairs, pushed the door open and took a quick peek. Sure enough, Mr. Walker and his men were forcing Penelope to drink and even trying to undress her.

Of course, he couldn't let the woman who held a special place in the boss's heart be treated like this. Immediately, he wanted to go and give those shameless men a good beating.

But after he took a step, he changed his mind again.

The act of a hero saving a damsel in distress, he couldn't do it. Such a thing, of course, had to be done by the boss.

He thought that the boss would rush directly to the downstairs box and abuse those three disgusting old men until they knelt on the ground and called him grandpa. Unexpectedly, the boss did not rush to that box to save the beauty, but asked him to call the people up.

Samuel silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the boss's current expression was just too damn terrifying! He felt that someone was going to get killed tonight!

"Did I hear that you guys like to make people drink?" Zackary crushed the cigarette butt in his hand, his face as dark as water, and the invisible power emanating from him was chilling.

Mr. Walker and the others didn't know why he suddenly asked such a question. The three of them looked at each other, afraid that saying the wrong thing would upset him. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.

Zackary didn't give them a chance to speak either. He casually placed a bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of him, "Since you guys love wine so much, tonight, I'll let you drink to your heart's content!"

In front of Penelope, Zackary's expressions changed rapidly, but in front of others, his face was terrifyingly bland, at most covered with a chilling coldness.

He lifted his eyelids coldly, the chill on his body was simply irrepressible. The originally warm private room cooled down several degrees in an instant, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Greyson subconsciously touched his own arm, he didn't know what was going on either. Mr. Zackary didn't get angry, in fact, he even invited them for drinks. This gave him goosebumps all over.

"Mr. Zackary, we can hold our liquor quite well. If Mr. Zackary wants someone to accompany him for a drink, we will naturally accompany you to the end!" Greyson pleasingly curled his lips at Zackary, then downed the full glass of strong liquor in front of him.

Seeing Greyson so eager to perform in front of Zackary, both Mr. Parker and Mr. Walker naturally did not want to be outdone.

They also hastily poured themselves a glass of wine, gulping down the full glass as if in a rush, all the way down their throats.

Zackary had no intention of drinking at all. He glanced at the wine glass in front of him and then waved at Samuel.

Samuel understood immediately. He quickly opened another bottle of strong liquor and filled the glasses in front of Greyson, Mr. Walker, and Mr. Parker.

Mr. Colon had personally poured wine for them, so of course, Greyson and his group dared not refuse to drink.

Although they had just downed a large glass of alcohol, their stomachs burning with pain, they still drained their glasses with a sycophantic smile on their faces.

Samuel poured them drinks again, one after another, of high-proof spirits. Even with their high tolerance for alcohol, their stomachs couldn't handle such burning.

Seeing Samuel about to pour him another drink, Greyson quickly waved his hand in fear, "Mr. Colon, don't trouble yourself, I really can't drink anymore."

"What, no respect for me?"

Zackary spoke without a ripple of emotion, his voice devoid of any discernible joy or anger, yet it involuntarily made people want to submit.

Greyson and his group jolted upright, Mr. Zackary had escalated to the point of not saving face, how dare they not give face to the renowned Mr. Zackary!

At that moment, Greyson and the others hurriedly raised their glasses in front of them, and had to finish the wine in their glasses even with tears streaming down their faces.

Samuel weakly swallowed, the boss really was determined to drink someone to death today! Really, you can offend anyone but not Ms. Sullivan!