Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

”Wow, choose a member of the opposite sex to sit on their lap and share a cookie using your lips! Who in the world gets such a stroke of luck!”

The Third Young Master of the Lowell Family glanced at the card in Claire Sinclair’s hand with an extremely excited and greasy smile on his face.

”Exactly! Aren’t we all going to be so envious?!”

The wealthy young men present were all eager, staring at Claire Sinclair’s delicate features, like hungry wolves with green-lighted eyes.

”Pretty miss, pick me! I promise to cooperate fully with you in the cookie-biting game!”

”Miss, you definitely shouldn’t pick him, his character is bad, choose me instead!”

Seeing the rich kids vying to please Claire Sinclair, the accompanying escorts felt somewhat jealous, not understanding how this girl got so lucky. Even if Young Master Prescott was not interested in her, she was still being fought over by these men.

...

Claire Sinclair turned her head to look at Zion Prescott, suddenly curious about the expression on this man’s face at this moment.

As if sensing Claire Sinclair’s gaze, Zion Prescott, who had been quietly sipping tea, put down his bone china cup and looked up at Claire Sinclair leisurely.

”Have you made your choice? You only have a minute to decide.”

The man’s lips curled into a serene smile, as if predicting that Claire Sinclair would make a fool of herself.

Seeing Zion Prescott’s eyes like he was looking at a kitten or puppy, Claire felt a heavy weight settle in her heart.

”I...”

The Third Young Master Lowell, seeing the two of them deliberately provoking each other, felt a slight unease and quickly reminded Claire Sinclair.

”Pretty miss, whatever you do, don’t pick Young Master Prescott! He never participates in these kinds of games, so he doesn’t count as a choice.”

Upon hearing this, Claire Sinclair’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

”Who said I wanted to pick him?”

Even if Zion Prescott could participate, if she really picked him, he might just make her life a living hell.

...

Everyone gasped at Claire Sinclair’s dismissive words.

This woman, despite her pretty looks, surely has a temper! She dares to go against Zion Prescott!

No wonder Young Master Prescott doesn’t gel with her!

The people present glanced cautiously at Zion Prescott, fearing that his expression would change, and that he’d throw Claire Sinclair out just like he did with the escort, Cherie, earlier.

After all, many of the second-generation rich kids had been intimate with Cherie, but Claire Sinclair was a fresh face with a refreshing aura, making many of them quite intrigued.

...

Staring at Claire Sinclair’s stubborn face, Zion Prescott’s deep black eyes flickered, reflecting the dim purple light of the booth, carrying a peculiar allure.

”Claire Sinclair, I’m not taking away your choice. If you can drink three cups of wine with each of these people present, you don’t have to continue with your dare.”

It seemed like he was giving Claire Sinclair a way out, but everyone knew that drinking so much might lead to a worse outcome.

While sitting on a guy’s lap and sharing a cookie might be taking advantage of one person, the consequences of drinking so much might very well turn her into entertainment for many.

Even the Third Young Master Lowell looked curiously at Claire Sinclair, wondering how this little girl had offended Young Master Prescott so severely.

”Pretty miss, what do you choose?”

Everyone perked up their ears, eager to hear Claire Sinclair’s answer. To their surprise, Claire Sinclair’s lips slowly curled into a smile.

She glanced around at everyone present before daintily pointing her slender finger at the Third Young Master Lowell, who had been the loudest instigator.

”No need to choose. Sir, would you be honored to play a game with me?”

...

Claire Sinclair flirtatiously flipped her hair, her smile open and bright like a newly blossomed red rose in summer, vibrant and lively.

The men present watched her obsessively; for a moment, it was as if everyone had fallen captive to her beauty.

The Third Young Master Lowell was also stunned. After coming to his senses, he gleefully ripped open a package of chocolate cheese cookies placed beside him.

”Miss, do you like this flavor?”

”It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not someone specific.”

Claire Sinclair shot a meaningful glance at Zion Prescott, and everyone knew what she meant. They both sweated at her provocation and enviously gave the Third Young Master Lowell a thumbs up.

...

Seeing Claire Sinclair sway her waist towards the Third Young Master Lowell, Zion Prescott’s face turned ashen.

His heart, wrapped in something like a coil, throbbed with pain.

Zion Prescott could only watch as the Third Young Master Lowell extended his arms, playfully biting a chocolate cheese cookie, and his long arm was about to slide around Claire Sinclair.

What angered Zion Prescott the most was that Claire Sinclair’s expression had long lost its initial panic; instead, it showed a semblance of confidence and scorn towards him.

As if she was saying, ”Aren’t you waiting for me to make a fool of myself? Let’s see who gets agitated first.”

Zion Prescott clutched his aching ribs, realizing Claire Sinclair was about to sit on the young man’s lap. His mind acted faster than his body, and before he knew it, he blurted out.

”Claire Sinclair, get as far away from me as possible! Do you have any honor left for Jude?!”

Ignoring the surprised glances from others, Zion Prescott grabbed the back of Claire Sinclair’s collar and forcibly dragged her out.

The Third Young Master Lowell, who thought he was about to enjoy some major benefits, was stunned at Zion Prescott’s sudden change of heart, his eyes almost popping out.

”Young Master Prescott! You can’t just play people like that!”

Zion Prescott glanced at him coldly.

”Today’s bill is on me.”

With that, Zion Prescott dragged Claire Sinclair out without looking back.

The onlookers sighed and wondered if the ’Jude’ Zion Prescott mentioned could be Jude Grant, his distant nephew.

Could it be that this pretty girl was being troubled to stand up for his nephew?!

Hearing everyone’s discussions, the Third Young Master Lowell, denied his stroke of luck, grumbled begrudgingly once Zion Prescott had left.

”Why does it matter to him if his nephew’s girlfriend is interested in someone else? It’s not like he’s Jude Grant’s father, acting as if someone putting horns on his girlfriend is the same as putting them on him.”

”Oh dear, Third Young Master Lowell, your words are quite sour. You’re not exactly best buddies with Zion Prescott and that Jude Grant, are you?”

...

Outside the booth.

”Let go of me!”

Claire Sinclair angrily tried to bite Zion Prescott’s arm, but the man didn’t budge and forcibly pulled her into the emergency exit, locking the door behind.

”If you can’t handle it, don’t play! You’re the one who put me in the dare, and now you’re calling me promiscuous; what exactly do you want, Zion Prescott?!”

Zion Prescott stared at Claire Sinclair’s crimson lips moving, seething even more deeply.

”Does it mean that as long as it’s a man, you can play like that with him?”

”At least it’s not you!”

”Fine! Perfect!”

Zion Prescott’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he pulled Claire Sinclair closer, his thin lips pressing down commandingly!