Chapter 112 Drop the Reserved Act

“Miss, we charge by the hour, and this is the appearance fee,” the gigolo explained.

Dalton sneered, “So, Meryl, you pretended to be rich and got gigolos to drink with you, yet you didn’t bring enough money?”

Mockery filled Dalton’s eyes. He could see that it was Anne who had asked the two gigolos over and had nothing to do with Meryl. She had been keeping a distance from them.

Believing that she was still waiting for him, Dalton suddenly felt much better.

“If you don’t have money, say something nice to me, and maybe I can help you.” Dalton sat down, holding the wine glass arrogantly.

He was already giving Meryl a way out.

Meryl stood there and slowly took out a card. “No need. I have money!”

Meryl had recently started her job and had not yet received her first paycheck.

This card was the one that Chandler had given Meryl when they got married. He had told her that it had no credit limit, and Meryl believed there was 60 thousand dollars available on it.

Initially, Meryl had not intended to use this card, but now she was in urgent need of 60 thousand dollars.

She had to use it temporarily and would pay it back when she had money.

The gigolo, realizing that the card had no limit, smiled and called the manager. The manager immediately came over with a card reader.

Dalton took several glances at the card.

This was the bank’s VIP card. The cardholder had assets of at least hundreds of millions. Although it was only a secondary card, where did Meryl get so much money?

Who had the main card?

Almost at the same time, Chandler, who had just come out of the bathroom, suddenly received a text message on his phone.

[Your secondary card ending in 1224 incurred a charge of $60,000 at Midnight Bar. Note: Gigolos.]

The moment he saw the message, Chandler’s face instantly darkened.

It was his secondary card.

This card had been given to Meryl on their wedding day. Chandler knew clearly that Meryl had never used a penny of the money.

But she used it to pay the gigolos for their services.

Chandler narrowed his eyes, his face turning cold, and he walked towards the bar.

As Chandler entered the hall, his gaze immediately fell upon Meryl and Dalton sitting in the central seat.

After Meryl paid the bill, the male hosts left happily.

For some reason, Meryl felt as if there was an icy gaze fixed on her from behind.

She turned her head subconsciously, only to see the crowd dancing on the dance floor.

“Is it an illusion?” she wondered.

She retracted her gaze, and her peripheral vision caught sight of Dalton and his friends not far away.

“Are you having a bachelorette party? Does Lydia know about it?”

Dalton’s friends all came from affluent backgrounds, and Meryl had basically met all of them. At this moment, several attractive women dressed in revealing attire were seated beside each of them.

Some were kissing, while some were touching each other’s thighs, creating an atmosphere that was both decadent and repulsive.

Seeing that there was no one beside Dalton, Meryl chuckled mockingly, “Now that you’re here, stop pretending to be reserved. Where’s your girl?”

Dalton replied, “I don’t have one.”

Billy encouraged him to arrange this bachelor party.

Dalton wasn’t particularly interested in such activities. His friends got those bargirls here. He had never touched them, finding it was frivolous.

While Dalton and Meryl were talking, a dignified and tall man passed by them.