Chapter 408 Penelope and Mr. Murray, Hard to Leave, Hard to Forget

Several bottles of alcohol had been consumed again, Greyson and his group were already staggering drunk. Mr. Walker's stomach wasn't very good, he even coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Forced to drink shots of strong liquor, even the slow-witted Greyson and his friends could see that Zackary didn't invite them for drinks tonight to socialize, but to teach them a lesson.

"Mr. Zackary, we really can't drink anymore." Mr. Walker belched, covering his aching stomach with cold sweat dripping down his face, and directly fell to his knees at Zackary's feet.

"Mr. Zackary, you are magnanimous, please spare us tonight!"

"What, you guys can force others to drink, but I, Zackary, can't make you drink?"

Zackary tapped the coffee table in front of him coldly, "You guys are looking down on me, Zackary!"

Mr. Walker, Greyson, and Mr. Parker were as silent as cicadas in winter. They wouldn't dare to underestimate this Hell King of Sea City!

Drink!

Had to drink even if it killed me!

They swallowed their bitterness in silence, their faces mournful, as they continued to drink the wine in their cups.

"Mr. Walker, come, let me top you off." After Samuel considerately filled Mr. Walker's glass, he started to pour drinks for Greyson and Mr. Parker.

Watching the gloomy faces of Mr. Walker and his team, the malice in Zackary's eyes, like wild grass, grew rapidly.

Look, they looked so pitiful and helpless!

The three of them forced Penelope to drink together. How desperate and helpless she must have felt inside!

Late at night, Penelope went to the private room alone to accompany three men.

At first glance, it seemed as if she was behaving improperly, flirting around.

But Zackary wasn't a fool either. Penelope had already attached herself to Everett and they were about to get married. She didn't even fancy him, Zackary, so how could she possibly risk being discovered by her fiancé to accompany three disgusting old men!

There was only one possibility, she was set up by these three disgusting old men!

Penelope looked down on Zackary, repeatedly trampling on his heart. He hated her to the bone, but no matter how much he hated her, it was a matter between the two of them. No one else should dare to cause her any discomfort!

These three disgusting old men wanted to undress her?

Zackary curled his lips in a smile, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes. His handsome face, as if meticulously carved, looked particularly cruel.

Just like a winter day covered in ice, with a biting cold wind blowing.

"I heard, you guys still like to undress others?"

Mr. Parker, Mr. Walker, and Greyson were trembling with fear, Zackary's voice, as if from the eighteenth layer of hell, echoed in their ears again.

Upon hearing his words, they instantly understood that their torment that night was likely due to that woman, Penelope.

The three of them looked pitifully at each other, they could roughly guess the reason they were abused that night, but they couldn't understand why Mr. Zackary would help Penelope abuse them.

But this question, they dared not ask.

"No...no..." stuttered Mr. Walker, but before he could finish his sentence, Zackary had already cut him off.

"What a coincidence, I just happened to also enjoy undressing others!"

The robust bodies of Mr. Walker and his team suddenly trembled, scaring them directly to the ground, unable to get up no matter what.

Zackary extended his hand, his gaze seemingly glanced at his hand, yet it seemed as if he didn't.

His hands were truly exceptionally beautiful, slender and with distinct knuckles. The thin calluses on his fingertips were filled with a unique masculine strength. If these hands were used to help three disgusting old men undress, it would truly be a waste of such flawless hands.

Zackary had wanted to teach them a lesson himself, but the thought of undressing men made his stomach churn. He decided to let his capable assistant take the lead.

"Strip off their clothes!"

Samuel, however, was particularly fond of this kind of task.

He flashed a brilliant smile at Mr. Parker and his group, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

Samuel rarely laughed so purely, but this smile, in the eyes of Mr. Walker and his team, did not bring them any warmth. Instead, it was filled with a chilling coldness, like a demon that had fallen from hell, baring its sharp fangs at them.

"Come, Greyson, Mr. Walker, Mr. Parker, let me help you with your clothes..."

Watching Samuel extend his devilish claws towards them, Greyson, Mr. Walker, and Mr. Parker, three grown men, surprisingly felt as if they were innocent flowers being bullied by a tyrant.

They wanted to cry.

But to resist, they really didn't dare.

The more they loved pleasure, the more they enjoyed doing wrong, the more they feared death. They all knew how terrifying Mr. Zackary's methods were. They understood that if they did not fulfill Mr. Zackary's wishes that night, if they did not let him torture them to his heart's content, they would not live to see the sun of the next day.

Or rather, even if they were lucky enough to see tomorrow's sun, they would have nothing left. The vast Sea City would no longer be a place for them to stand.

"Leave, we leave by ourselves..." Mr. Parker, with a mournful pancake-like face, took the lead to speak.

After saying this, Mr. Parker, with trembling hands, began to sob uncontrollably and started tearing at his own clothes.

Seeing that Mr. Parker had already taken the lead, Mr. Walker and Greyson didn't dare to act out of line. With a bitter gourd-like expression on their faces, they also began to tear at their own clothes.

After confirming that they had nothing left on them, Mr. Parker, Mr. Walker, and Greyson could no longer restrain the panic and despair in their hearts. The three grown men held their heads and cried out loud.

"Tonight, no one could leave until they finished their drinks!"

Zackary dropped these words coldly, his long legs striding out towards the outside of the box.

After drinking alcohol...

Clearly, Zackary's intention was to have them finish all the wine in the private room.

Seeing a large box of unopened spirits on the side, Mr. Parker and his team really wanted to faint on the spot. However, they were in such agony that they wanted to die, but their consciousness was still clear. They could only endure the severe pain in their stomachs, watching Samuel pour them full glasses of wine with a cheerful smile...

Penelope didn't know why Mr. Walker and his team had suddenly left, but she did know that their absence provided her with the best opportunity to leave.

Penelope tried to get up, leaning on the side table, but couldn't.

Both her hands and feet were numb, completely devoid of strength. She turned over, rolling off the sofa onto the floor. Now, she could only lie helplessly on the ground.

She was somewhat anxious, not knowing when those men would return. She gritted her teeth and reached out, trying to grab her phone so she could quickly call the police.

She had just grabbed her phone when the door to the private room was suddenly slammed open.

She thought those three disgusting old men had returned, which gave her quite a fright. She instinctively looked towards the entrance of the private room, only to find that it was Everett who had rushed in.

The body quickly fell into a warm embrace.

Everett's chest heaved violently. He, who was usually so calm and composed, was now so nervous that he was almost going insane.

When Zackary arrived at the door of the box where Penelope was, the scene he saw was like this: Everett was sitting on the sofa, and Penelope, on him, the two were tightly embracing each other, inseparable!