Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 125: Chapter 125
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"Who are we talking trash about, beautiful?" Instantly, the whole crew turned into a pack of fierce wolves, their eyes glinting dangerously.
Irene said, "That mutt, Dorian."
Money talked.
The guy in the blue shirt, refined and handsome, with a voice smooth enough for a voice actor, sneered, "Haha, Dorian? What a clown! He's trying to look important with a bunch of nonsense."
"He doesn't even pee into a puddle and takes a look at himself. Looks like a QR code. If you don't scan him, you'd never know just how cheap and dumb he is."
Irene applauded, pulled out 150 dollars, and handed them over. "Brilliant insults! You deserve a reward!"
Another guy in black wasn't about to back down. He jumped in, jeering, "Dorian, just because you've got some dirty money, you think a big deal?"
He pulled out a lighter, flicked it on, then quickly snuffed out the flame. With a mocking smirk, he added, "See that? One second and it's out. That's you—burn out in a blink."
Irene was genuinely impressed. In a good mood, she handed the guy another 150 dollars.
Another guy sneered, "No wonder you're drenched in cologne today, Dorian. Turns out you're trying to cover up that reek of scumbag you're giving off..."
Jeremy was stunned.
Thanks to them, Irene had built up quite a collection of insults.
Just as she was getting carried away, her phone suddenly started to vibrate.
"Hey, beautiful, someone's looking for you on WhatsApp," a young guy reminded Irene sweetly.
Irene picked up her phone and saw a message from Aiden.
[Miss Jackson, Mr. Tucker has been drugged. Do you know any reliable clubs near the Stellar District?]
Irene was stunned. 'Damn! Jeremy's been drugged? Who would even dare to drug him? This is such a golden chance to borrow his genes. I can't let it slip by.'
Irene sprang to her feet, tossed all the cash onto the table, and said, "Split it among yourselves. I've got something to take care of. I gotta go."
She grabbed her bag, clicked her heels, and dashed out in a flurry.
Melody was greeting guests outside. She caught a glimpse of Irene rushing out the door, but before she could call out, Irene had already disappeared.
"What the hell is she up to?"
Irene dashed out of the club and stood by the roadside, quickly texting Aiden. [The most discreet club around here has to be The Terrace Club. The same place where you accompanied Mr. Tucker to meet Ms. Webb last time.]
Aiden was almost at The Terrace Club when he got the message.
He slowed down and texted Irene. [Thank you, Miss Jackson. Didn't you say you know a broker named Melody? Could you ask her to recommend a clean, consenting girl?]
'What did he need Melody for? I'm perfect for this kind of thing.' Irene thought.
Worried Irene might get the wrong idea about Mr. Tucker, Aiden quickly added: [Mr. Tucker was set up, and the drug's effects are extremely potent. For certain reasons, he can't go to the hospital. If he undergoes an ice bath treatment, his condition would likely deteriorate completely. This is an absolute last resort.]
Without hesitation, Irene replied: [Give me the address and room number. I'll have Melody arrange someone right away.]
Aiden responded: [The private suite you used last time is Mr. Tucker's personal room. Just go there directly. The access code is...]
Jeremy's kindness to Aiden was as solid as a mountain, and his loyalty to him was as boundless as the sky.
Aiden drove into the basement and took the private elevator to Jeremy's room.
Jeremy was burning like hot iron, and Aiden was genuinely alarmed.
"Mr. Tucker, let me help you lie down on the sofa," Aiden said, settling him onto the same couch Irene had napped on last time.
Seeing Jeremy's Adam's apple bob as he struggled, Aiden asked, "Do you want some water? Let me pour you a glass."
Jeremy kept his eyes closed, saying nothing.
After a long moment, he rasped, "Go to the pharmacy. Buy condoms."
This was a legitimate business club, so those things weren't kept on hand.
Aiden nodded vigorously, wiping sweat from his brow as he said, "I'll go right now, Mr. Tucker. I've given the access code for your suite to the person coming. When she arrives, she'll let herself in. Don't open the door for anyone who knocks."
"Go!" Jeremy's patience was wearing thin.
Aiden scrambled out the door.
The nearest pharmacy was still a full two kilometers away.
Irene said, "That mutt, Dorian."
Money talked.
The guy in the blue shirt, refined and handsome, with a voice smooth enough for a voice actor, sneered, "Haha, Dorian? What a clown! He's trying to look important with a bunch of nonsense."
"He doesn't even pee into a puddle and takes a look at himself. Looks like a QR code. If you don't scan him, you'd never know just how cheap and dumb he is."
Irene applauded, pulled out 150 dollars, and handed them over. "Brilliant insults! You deserve a reward!"
Another guy in black wasn't about to back down. He jumped in, jeering, "Dorian, just because you've got some dirty money, you think a big deal?"
He pulled out a lighter, flicked it on, then quickly snuffed out the flame. With a mocking smirk, he added, "See that? One second and it's out. That's you—burn out in a blink."
Irene was genuinely impressed. In a good mood, she handed the guy another 150 dollars.
Another guy sneered, "No wonder you're drenched in cologne today, Dorian. Turns out you're trying to cover up that reek of scumbag you're giving off..."
Jeremy was stunned.
Thanks to them, Irene had built up quite a collection of insults.
Just as she was getting carried away, her phone suddenly started to vibrate.
"Hey, beautiful, someone's looking for you on WhatsApp," a young guy reminded Irene sweetly.
Irene picked up her phone and saw a message from Aiden.
[Miss Jackson, Mr. Tucker has been drugged. Do you know any reliable clubs near the Stellar District?]
Irene was stunned. 'Damn! Jeremy's been drugged? Who would even dare to drug him? This is such a golden chance to borrow his genes. I can't let it slip by.'
Irene sprang to her feet, tossed all the cash onto the table, and said, "Split it among yourselves. I've got something to take care of. I gotta go."
She grabbed her bag, clicked her heels, and dashed out in a flurry.
Melody was greeting guests outside. She caught a glimpse of Irene rushing out the door, but before she could call out, Irene had already disappeared.
"What the hell is she up to?"
Irene dashed out of the club and stood by the roadside, quickly texting Aiden. [The most discreet club around here has to be The Terrace Club. The same place where you accompanied Mr. Tucker to meet Ms. Webb last time.]
Aiden was almost at The Terrace Club when he got the message.
He slowed down and texted Irene. [Thank you, Miss Jackson. Didn't you say you know a broker named Melody? Could you ask her to recommend a clean, consenting girl?]
'What did he need Melody for? I'm perfect for this kind of thing.' Irene thought.
Worried Irene might get the wrong idea about Mr. Tucker, Aiden quickly added: [Mr. Tucker was set up, and the drug's effects are extremely potent. For certain reasons, he can't go to the hospital. If he undergoes an ice bath treatment, his condition would likely deteriorate completely. This is an absolute last resort.]
Without hesitation, Irene replied: [Give me the address and room number. I'll have Melody arrange someone right away.]
Aiden responded: [The private suite you used last time is Mr. Tucker's personal room. Just go there directly. The access code is...]
Jeremy's kindness to Aiden was as solid as a mountain, and his loyalty to him was as boundless as the sky.
Aiden drove into the basement and took the private elevator to Jeremy's room.
Jeremy was burning like hot iron, and Aiden was genuinely alarmed.
"Mr. Tucker, let me help you lie down on the sofa," Aiden said, settling him onto the same couch Irene had napped on last time.
Seeing Jeremy's Adam's apple bob as he struggled, Aiden asked, "Do you want some water? Let me pour you a glass."
Jeremy kept his eyes closed, saying nothing.
After a long moment, he rasped, "Go to the pharmacy. Buy condoms."
This was a legitimate business club, so those things weren't kept on hand.
Aiden nodded vigorously, wiping sweat from his brow as he said, "I'll go right now, Mr. Tucker. I've given the access code for your suite to the person coming. When she arrives, she'll let herself in. Don't open the door for anyone who knocks."
"Go!" Jeremy's patience was wearing thin.
Aiden scrambled out the door.
The nearest pharmacy was still a full two kilometers away.
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