No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Having Fun at the Bar

After discussing with Braxton, Freya was mill worried about him being alone at home

She knew that the men groups of people who were secretly operating had different goals. Rose Zero was likely to be Danna, which was not a big threat

But the other group wanted to sneak into the Kaufmann Residence

If she went to the Kaufmann Group, her brother would not be safe alone at home.

The two agreed that Braxton’s leg was in the recovery period and he was out of the critical stage.

In the future, she would take him to the Kaufmann Group every day. He was not allowed to overexert himself, so she would still handle the affairs while he stayed in the office.

After the agreement. Freya pushed Braxton’s wheelchair into the house.

“Don’t come out in the evening. The dew is heavy at night and it’s not good for your leg”

After she sent him back to the house, the butler stepped forward. “Mr. Kaufmann, miss, dinner ready”

Freya handed the wheelchair to the butler. “Brax. I’m not eating at home.”

Braxton frowned. “Where are you going

Im going to hang with Isabella” She smiled. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Braxton’s expression froze.

Freya left the house and planned to call Isabella first when she was in the car.

When she took out her phone, she saw the message that Radley had sent her a while ago. She pursed her lips and replied. “Okay

It was better to go to the Joint Department on weekends than to go there every day.

Besides, the reconstruction of the West Geft was the most important project of the Kaufmann Group this year, and she had to be there even if Radley didn’t mention it

After replying to the message, Freya called Isabella.

The female voice on the other end was shouting because of the deafening music. “Freya?”

Freya silently moved her phone away. “Where are you?”

“Nightshade Bar Are you coming? Isabella’s voice was abnormally excited. She was obviously drunk. “I haven’t seen you for so long. Come quickly

Freya put her phone away and started the car engine.

Nightshade Bar was different from the clubs they went to before. The privacy and security of the club were better

But in the end, it was still a chaotic place.

Isabella didn’t know that Braxton had been stabbed for her in the past, but she knew that he didn’t like her drinking. She was deliberately provoking him.

Freya thought about it, and half an hour later, her car stopped in front of Nightshade Bar,

She hurriedly got out of the car and went into the bar.

The music was deafening, and the DJ on stage was waving his arms, while the crowd below was dancing wildly.

She frowned and found Isabella at a table close to the front. Isabella had already drunk quite a few bottles. of alcohol and was enjoying the night with a few friends.

When Isabella saw Freya, she immediately stood up and pulled Freya over. “Frey, you’re here!”

Freya had intended to reprimand her, but under the hazy lights, she saw the redness in Isabella’s eyes. She sighed and pulled Isabella out. “Let’s talk outside.”

Isabella pulled Freya’s hand back and said. “Drink some first! You’re always in the office. You should indulge a little.”

Freya looked at the people in the seats, some of whom were Isabella’s friends, while others were male escorts accompanying the group for drinks.

She was pulled down to sit by Isabella, and her outstanding appearance was even more eye-catching under the colorful lights. It was hard for people to look away.

Immediately, a male companion sat down next to Freya. The man was wearing a deep V-neck suit, and his tie was pulled loose. The first button of his shirt was undone and it exposed his collarbone and chest muscles.

Freya’s lips twitched slightly.

“You don’t usually come to places like this, do you?” The man leaned in and whispered in Freya’s ear.

Just then, she gave him a glance.

The man poured her a drink and brought it to her, but she didn’t drink it.

The man smiled and said, “Don’t worry, as Miss Parker’s friend, you are very safe with us.”

Freya looked at the writhing crowd and saw a few slender girls being pulled together to dance by the men. She couldn’t help but sneer.

Safe my *ss.

However, the bar staff didn’t dare to do anything, and she had a good idea of what was going on. She had someone bring her some juice instead.

She couldn’t drink alcohol because she was pregnant.

The juice was slightly sweet and had a milky taste, which made it surprisingly good.

Freya drank several cups in a row, and the man next to her was startled. “Don’t drink too much. The drink. has a strong after-effect.”

She didn’t hear him clearly. A few cups of juice later, she looked at Isabella, and her frustration dissipated somewhat.

This seating position was excellent, as there was a steel pole platform right in front of it.

Soon, a man in leather shoes walked over and asked if they wanted to watch a performance.

Isabella agreed.

The man danced around the pole, quickly took off his shirt, and showed off his eight-pack abs, ernitting a strong masculine scent.

The flashing lights and deafening music made it impossible to think of anything else.

Freya became interested and continued to drink.

Isabella shouted, “You’re not dancing well enough!”

The man became even more enthusiastic, and his waistline moved like a snake.

Freya looked amused.

A woman who came with Isabella was bold and ordered several bottles of champagne, which she then. sprayed over the male models who were dancing.

Freya wanted to stop the woman, but the man next to her stopped her.

“Don’t worry, he’s happy. He gets a cut of every drink consumed here.”

Freya looked closely and saw that the male model was throwing flirtatious glances at the woman pouring drinks. This made his performance even more intense

Freya didn’t say anything more.

The Nightshade Bar had a high ceiling, and there was a row of private rooms on the second floor.

These private rooms were not open to the public, and a few men were playing cards in the middle room.

“The soundproofing here is pretty good,” Chris remarked.

The room had a full-length one-way glass, and he sat by the window, watching the chaotic dance party below.

The owner of the bar, Mikael, chuckled. “I like watching others indulge crazily and lose their minds while I sit here quietly.”

Chris clicked his tongue. “It fits your cunning personality.”

His eyes suddenly lit up. “Hey, isn’t that Freya?”

“Freya?” Mikael became interested and put down his cards. He walked over to the window and laughed. “Oh, that’s Radley’s ex-wife? She’s very beautiful.”

Following Chris’s gaze, he could easily see the most beautiful woman in that area.

He looked through the glass at the messy champagne bottles on the table and several men dancing

“Miss Kaufmann is indeed generous. This table should be the biggest expense tonight. The bill for this table should be the top earner tonight.”

As they spoke, both of them were also paying attention to another direction.

In the center of the card table, the man sitting on the sofa had a cold expression.

“Radley, why is your ex-wife different from what you told me?”

Radley threw the cards onto the table and stood up. He walked over to the window to look down.

In the crowd, he immediately spotted Freya.

A disheveled man was accompanying her, chatting intimately with her and getting very

Several half-naked men were preening themselves in front of the seats.

Freya sat there calmly, like a seasoned female hooligan who had seen it all.

“Enough. Stop looking and come play cards.

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Radley gave them both a cold glance. “You guys go ahead and play. I have something to do.”

Chris laughed. “What do you have to do?”

In the middle of speaking, Radley had already picked up his coat from the sofa armrest, turned around. and pushed the door open to leave.