Sitting beside the bartender, Marksim watched as Sergei constantly poured liquor for Lisa with a smug look hanging on his face.

　　"Lisa, if you drink the second cup, I will give you ‎₽20,000!" Sergei might be rich, but he wasn't at all generous. He had already spent tens of thousands on Lisa, which made him feel heartache. However, he still thought that it was all worth it as long as he could win the grace of this beauty.

　　"I can't… I can't hold my liquor, and I'm already feeling giddy." Lisa ultimately decided to pretend to be drunk to fool Sergei.

　　However, Sergei became somewhat angry as he replied, "The liquor capacity of women in Russia has never lost to men, so don't try to brush me off."

　　"That's other women. Why don't I recommend to you some sisters of mine that can drink well?" Lisa smiled as she pointed to another direction and introduced, "Those two beauties can hold their liquor really well, and I'm sure that they can drink with you to your heart's content."

　　When Sergei directed his gaze over, he was instantly speechless. Those two women were tasked with drinking with customers, to begin with. For them to drink with him, wouldn't that be the same as digging a hole for himself?

　　Making a rough calculation, he had spent over ‎₽30,000 on Lisa. Generally speaking, finding a decent woman in Russia would only cost about ₽4,000, and Lisa has already exceeded his budget. However, he still felt a little reluctant. He decided to be more oppressive, blatantly placing his hand on her body to take advantage of her as he offered, "If you agree to be my lover, I can provide you a sum of money every month, and it will be at least three to four times what you earn in this club."

　　"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested!" Lisa frowned as Sergei's intentions were blatant; he wanted her to be his mistress.

　　As she pulled Sergei's hand away in loathe, Sergei unhappily said, "You've taken ₽10,000 from me, so can't you even let me touch?"

　　Lisa never expected that Sergei would be so forceful, so she reminded, "That's my reward for drinking with you!"

　　Twitching his lips, Sergei said with a sinister expression, "No matter what, you're going to sleep with me tonight!"

　　"I'm afraid that you will be disappointed!" Lisa abruptly stood up and wanted to leave.

　　However, Sergei immediately hugged Lisa's waist, fearing that she might flee so he madly kissed her neck.

　　As Lisa struggled, she yelled, "Let me go!"

　　"A rabbit like you will never flee from a wolf's hand!" Sergei said with a smug expression.

　　The club was filled with the scent of liquor that stimulated the hormones. Those on the sides naturally noticed this situation, but no one went up to stop them. On the contrary, some people even cheered them on.

　　Swiftly, Lisa was suppressed beneath Sergei and she could only twist her body to struggle and try to seek help.

　　Looking at the boss, Marksim, in perplexion, the bartender asked, "You're not going to help Lisa? She doesn't seem willing…"

　　Although Marksim was unhappy with Sergei's forceful actions, he could only turn a blind eye after recalling the ₽20,000 that he received. Waving his hand to the nearby security guard, he instructed, "Pay attention to the situation and interfere if Sergei does anything overboard."

　　"Yes, sir!" The security guard nodded his head.

　　No one would sympathise with Lisa in this club since everyone's here to seek fun. Since you've become the fun in the eyes of someone, who would be in their right mind to step forth and ruin the atmosphere?

　　At this moment, Victor found Marksim, who was watching the show, and whispered in the latter's ears.

　　A cold light flickered in Victor's eyes as he sneered. "I never expected that they would send themselves to my door! Call them over!"