Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!

"Who is this? Oh, it's Secretary Land?"

Wesley Turner said in a mocking tone as he looked Julia Land up and down, noticing her long-sleeve shirt and trousers, and clicked his tongue.

Julia saw that Noah merely glanced at her indifferently; she composed herself and said, "Mr. Turner, about the last time, I truly apologize."

"As long as you finish this bottle of alcohol, I'll accept your apology."

Wesley pushed a bottle of liquor towards Julia with an unfriendly expression on his face.

He had almost been ruined last time.

He couldn't swallow his pride without teaching this woman a lesson.

It was a bottle of highly potent liquor; drinking it could endanger her life.

Alexander Strong chuckled lightly, "Mr. Turner, how about I drink half for Secretary Land?"

"That won't do. If Secretary Land doesn't want to drink, perhaps she can entertain us all with a striptease."

A few young masters joined in the heckling.

"Yes, a striptease."

Arabella Shaw blushed, rolled her eyes at Wesley, and chuckled, "Big Brother Turner, us girls really don't want to watch a woman's striptease."

"If you won't drink or dance, then how will you apologize?"

Wesley spread his legs apart, patted his thigh, and said, "Sit on my lap and accompany me to play mahjong—that should suffice, right?"

Julia had psychologically prepared herself.

Apologizing tonight wouldn't be an easy task.

For the sake of her life, she couldn't possibly drink the liquor.

Julia pinched the palm of her hand, silently psyching herself up.

She expressionlessly sat on Wesley's thigh.

The whistles around her caused her heart to sink.

Noah's indifferent gaze slightly moved; he furrowed his brows and said coldly, "Are we still playing?"

He was referring to mahjong.

"Play, play, play," Wesley said as he wrapped an arm around Julia's waist, his hand inappropriately touching, "I play six dots!"

Arabella inwardly mocked Julia, turned her pretty face towards Noah, and asked, "Noah, which one should I play?"

"This one."

Noah pinched a mahjong tile between his forefinger and middle finger and tossed it onto the table; the tile struck Julia's arm.

It was actually quite painful to be hit like that.

Arabella was slightly surprised, while Julia, with drooping eyelids, acted as if it wasn't her that had just been struck.

"Julia, is your hand hurt?" Wesley suddenly called out 'Julia,' taking the opportunity to grab her hand and pull up her sleeve, his disgusting fingers rubbing her arm, "It's a bit red. Your skin is so tender."

Julia said coldly, "It doesn't hurt."

She jerked her arm away.

A conniving smile appeared on Wesley's lips.

"Bring me a plate of grapes."

Someone passed a plate of grapes to Wesley.

He picked up a grape, smiled at Julia, and said, "Julia, feed me grapes with your little mouth while I play mahjong."

The people around laughed.

Julia subconsciously looked towards Noah.

She knew he was waiting for her to be the first to bow her head.

But just the thought of her brother still being in Noah's hands made her resolve to go all out tonight.

Julia looked at the plate of grapes, her eyes faint as she half held a grape between her red lips, psyching herself up.

She imagined she was feeding a dog.

While Wesley ate the grape, he directly pressed on the back of Julia's head, trying to touch her red lips.

Julia turned her head to avoid him.

"Don't be shy."

He licked his lips and said with a smile.

For a moment, Julia felt like crying, but she quickly calmed herself down.

"Mr. Turner, let me also try the beauty feeding grapes?"

For these young masters, sharing the same woman was a normal occurrence.

Especially since Julia was beautiful yet her demeanor was haughty, it evoked a compelling desire to conquer.

Alexander frowned; he looked towards the boss, and seeing that he wasn't going to intervene, felt somewhat helpless.

Wesley Turner was generous, "Julia, go feed him a grape."

Arabella Shaw looked at Julia Land's pale face, scoffing and deriding in her mind.

She was certain of one thing, Noah couldn't possibly like Julia Land.

However, because Noah was present, Arabella Shaw pretended to be kind and suggested, "Secretary Land could bow in apology, what do you think, big brother Wesley?"

After thinking it over, Wesley waved his hand, "Alright, for Arabella's sake."

"But I want her to turn around, her buttocks towards me, and bow at ninety degrees. If it's not ninety degrees, she must do it again."

"Hahaha, well done, young Wesley!"

When it came to humiliating people, Wesley Turner, a tasteless man, ranked first.

The spectators around them laughed and jeered.

Julia Land felt like a person without dignity.

She couldn't resist.

Arabella Shaw blushed, gave Wesley Turner a glare, and turned to Noah Quarter, "Can we leave now? This is too boring."

Right then, Julia Land scoffed, a sound that was somewhat abrupt.

Everyone stared at her in surprise.

Noah Quarter's cold eyes fixed on Julia Land.

Julia Land smirked, "Have you all forgotten something? Grandma Quarter announced my status yesterday."

"I am," she pointed at herself and then at Noah Quarter, her smile seductive, "I am the wife of Director Quarter here."

The room, which had been filled with mocking laughter, suddenly fell silent.

Noah Quarter's expression turned icy cold.

Julia Land covered her mouth and chuckled, her smile willful and enchanting, "I never imagined Director Quarter had such a fetish, to offer his wife in name for others' entertainment."

The atmosphere grew even more bizarre.

Noah Quarter stood up, his eyes cold as ice, "Wesley Turner, tonight she's yours to play with."

With that, he left.

Arabella Shaw's lips curled slightly up; she quickly followed Noah Quarter out.

Wesley Turner went to see them off, delightedly saying, "Alright, Director Quarter, take care."

The situation had taken a dramatic turn.

Wesley Turner had initially given up after hearing what Julia Land had just said.

He hadn't expected the Director to be so generous.

To offer his wife in name so readily.

This man was ruthless, merciless.

True love certainly was different.

"Julia, did you hear that? Director Quarter has given you to me to enjoy, don't worry, I'm quite gentle with girls."

Wesley Turner flashed a lascivious grin.

As Julia Land tried to leave the private room, Wesley Turner pushed her against the door.

Men were much stronger than women.

Wesley Turner, having been kicked by Julia Land before, knew her fiery nature.

He tightly grasped her slender wrists with both hands.

Alexander Strong tried to help Julia Land, but was stopped by other gentlemen in the room.

"Secretary Strong, Director Quarter has spoken; how dare you intervene?"

Wesley Turner slightly lifted his chin, "Gentlemen, keep an eye on Secretary Strong."

Wesley Turner forcefully dragged her over and pushed her down onto a couch.

His hands eagerly roamed.

Julia Land felt disgusted.

A subtle pain began in her abdomen.

Julia Land spit on Wesley Turner's face in disgust, "Disgusting, don't touch me."

Wesley Turner slapped Julia Land hard, his hand so strong that her ears buzzed and she was momentarily deafened.

"Secretary Land, it seems you still don't recognize your own situation. I'll give you a drink to make you behave."

They had drugs that could turn a fierce woman into a promiscuous one.

Wesley Turner, panting, had someone help him hold Julia Land down, as he pulled out a packet of drugs and poured it into a glass of wine.

Alexander Strong, restrained by the others, could only watch as they pried open Julia's mouth to feed her the drug.

Her clothes had already been ripped open, exposing her fair skin.