Chapter 1728

Daisie said angrily, "You deserve it."

Nollace’s smile intensified.

"Then you can teach me a lesson when your wound has recovered."

The lesson teaching had an implicit meaning, but Daisie understood it, and her ears flushed instantly.

"You shameless piece of crap! You clearly know that I can never overwhelm you in a fight.I want to get
some rest already."

She pulled the blanket up, lay down, and buried herself under the blanket.

Nollace lifted the blanket and waited for her to reveal half a head.

"If you were to die of suffocation, I would no longer have a wife."

"Bah! With so many women in the world, isn’t it a piece of cake for you to find yourself another wife?"

Nollace looked straight at her.

"But I only want you."

She quickly looked away as her face was really warm.

‘I’m also not his match when it comes to the level of shamelessness"

Near the city's outskirts, at the Sunrise Hotel that offered its customers manor-style accommodation...



Outside the suite, Zenovia rang the doorbell, and after a while, a middle-aged man with a decent
appearance and a solemn suit opened the door.

Looking at Zenovia, who was standing outside the door, he was astonished for a split second and
avoided having direct eye contact with her.

"In the future, give me a call in advance whenever you want to come over."

Zenovia ignored him, walked past him and into the room, and placed the bag on the couch.

"Dad, I‘ve decided that I want to stay in Yaramoor."

Juneau was flustered for a bit.He closed the door, looked back at his daughter, who was sitting on the
couch pouring tea, and frowned.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to go back home the last time we met?"

When his daughter wanted to come to Yaramoor with him, he thought it was inconvenient for him to
carry out some activities.

However, he thought that she would want to go back as long as she had had enough fun here.

"I don’t want to go back now."

Zenovia put the teacup down and chuckled.

"I’ve found the man I want to marry."

"What?"

Juneau was stunned, then walked up to the couch across Zenovia.



"Zenovia, who’s the man that you want to marry? And what's his identity?"

"He’s King William's grandson, the young master of the Knowles."

When Lisa, who was hiding in the room, heard this, she was taken aback.

‘Mr.Livingston’s daughter has taken a fancy to Nollace?’ Numerous thoughts ran across Juneau’s mind.

"Dad."

She stood up, walked up to her father, sat down, and wrapped her arm around his.

"I’ve fallen in love with him at first sight.I want him to be mine.You must help me."

Juneau squinted.

‘It'll surely be beneficial if Zenovia can get married to King William’s grandson"

He smiled.

"You're my daughter, so of course, I’ll help you."

Lisa looked outside and sneered.

‘This pervert is nothing but a sanctimonious hypocrite.He might look like a good father and husband on
the surface, but it seems that his daughter still doesn’t know that he has such a hobby.And now, let’s
just say I have something on this pervert"

At the end of the city, Nollace left the Hilton Villas and went straight to the underground black market.

The basement of the black market ran various clubs, strip clubs, massage and bathing parlors, and
casinos.



The most famous club among all the mentioned facilities was the Queen of the Nights.

Edison walked to the front of the car.

Nollace lowered the car window slowly, and Edison reported, "Mr.Knowles, the guests Lisa provided
service to are of unusual identities, and they said they can’t disclose it according to the rules of the
club."

The Queen of the Nights was a club managed by Donald himself, and most of the clients they served
had special identities.

The club had secret passageways, which were strictly confidential.

Guests with special identities were generally reluctant to disclose their personal information, and the
staff would encrypt the customer’s information.

Even if the police were to come here for investigations, they would not be able to find them.

This was why the Queen of the Nights, which was extremely obscure to the upper-class circles, was
very popular among them.

Nollace’s expression dimmed, looking cold and sullen.

"It seems that she’s trying to please that distinguished guest and find a way out for herself."

‘I might’ve underestimated Lisa’s determination to survive"

Edison asked, "What should we do now? If the guest behind her…”


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