Chapter 3

Melanie Johnson POV

"I'm back in the country today-let's drink till we drop!"

Moira excitedly popped open a bottle of champagne, not caring that the spray splattered all over my clothes.

She just called out, "Where's the bartender! Get everyone some drinks!"

Everyone around joined in Moira's excitement.

My fingers gripping the wine glass turned white. I raised my eyes and looked toward Julian.

But the man across from me just frowned slightly, and the moment our eyes met, he instinctively looked away.

My heart immediately turned cold. I put down the bottle with a self-mocking smile and turned to leave.

"What's wrong, Melanie, you're unwilling?"

Moira's voice suddenly came from behind, blocking my path, a slight smile on her face.

"Seems like you're not giving me face. After all, just a few days ago Melanie was so good at drinking and partying. If you won't today, that means you look down on me!"

As Moira spoke, she suddenly produced a thick stack of photos from somewhere.

The photos clearly showed me sitting in a bar, pouring drinks for different male models.

The air in the private room suddenly went quiet.

Julian stood to the side, his eyes full of disbelief as he looked at the stack of photos Moira had thrown out. He froze in place, his face instantly flushing red, as if someone had publicly slapped him hard across the face.

"Melanie Johnson, I thought you just liked to have a little fun, but I didn't know you were this loose! Since you love playing with men so much, I'll make it happen for you!"

Julian seemed to have gone mad with anger. He grabbed that stack of photos and forcefully threw them in my face.

Then he raised his hand and called in two security personnel, pointing at me and angrily ordering, "Hold her down and make her pour drinks for everyone as a server!"

As the man's words fell, I was immediately restrained.

I was forced to pour drinks for everyone, even forced to drink.

In that moment, I felt like a servant at everyone's beck and call... completely stripped of my dignity as an heiress.

Why... did I have to degrade myself to this extent?

I bit my teeth hard, forcing myself not to cry.

But Julian on the side kept watching me. Finally, he seemed unable to bear it.

"Enough..."

"Julian, just for me today, let's drink happily and not let anything spoil the mood."

Before Julian could finish, Moira, sitting beside him, grabbed his hand.

In that moment, with my mouth being forced open, I watched Julian stiffen slightly, then stop moving. He just turned and drank freely again with Moira and the others.

By the time I finished pouring drinks for the last person, I'd already been force-fed into oblivion.

I don't know how I got back. When I woke up again, Julian was silently feeding me aspirin and water.

"Take the medicine and go to sleep. Tomorrow is the company's board dinner announcing the equity transfer. I don't want you to be late."

After the man finished speaking, he shoved the water glass into my hand, turned, and left.

I sat up silently and looked around, only to discover I'd been moved from the master bedroom to the cold basement.