Chapter 225

By the sixth round of the game, George Taylor unexpectedly miscounted the frog legs.

He had initially chosen a dare, but upon hearing the indecent request, he immediately switched to truth.

"Who do you want to sleep with the most?" someone teased with a smirk.

George's gaze lingered on Mia Harris's face for a moment before he suddenly leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Can I say it's you?"

Mia's face instantly flushed like a ripe apple.

The private room erupted in cheers. The usually bold and carefree Mia now wished she could vanish into thin air. Thankfully, George quickly silenced the crowd.

The game continued. In the seventh round, William Johnson surprisingly miscounted.

"Vice President Johnson, truth or dare?" Everyone stared at him eagerly.

William's eyes locked onto Emily Smith, his lips curling slightly. "Dare."

"I'm going to the restroom," Emily abruptly stood and walked out.

She had barely reached the door when a strong hand gripped her wrist. The next second, she tumbled into a familiar embrace.

Before she could react, his palm cradled the back of her head. His chiseled face loomed closer, and his warm lips pressed against hers.

The room fell dead silent.

Emily's eyes widened. Only when she felt the teasing flick of his tongue did she shove him away with force.

Slap!

The sharp sound of the slap cut through the quiet like a knife.

William didn't even flinch, taking the hit squarely.

"William Johnson, learn some respect," Emily spat coldly before storming out without looking back.

Mia grabbed both their purses and hurried after her.

William remained rooted in place, his tongue pressing against his stinging cheek. A low chuckle escaped him—one laced with unsettling satisfaction, leaving everyone stunned.

"If anyone breathes a word about what happened today..." George's warning glare swept across the room before he quickly followed William.

Emily stopped at the end of the hallway, waiting for Mia.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. I had no idea he'd be here," Mia said, guilt written all over her face.

Emily shook her head. "It's not your fault. When he wants to see me, he'll find a thousand ways."

Mia stomped her foot in frustration. "That bastard!"

Emily patted her hand. "Let's go."

As they drove away, neither noticed the black Maybach lurking in the shadows. The tinted window rolled up, concealing those dark, fathomless eyes.