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He slammed the glass down on the table vigorously, staring at Tim Morrison's face, a very nasty thought suddenly arose in his heart.

"Seeing how much you praise her, I say, you couldn't have been lusting after her for a long time, could you?" Samuel Johnson uttered these words, a surge of anger flooding his heart, inexplicable and sudden. He sneered lightly and added, "Not bad, if you really like her, I can give her to you to try out."

Tim Morrison's eyes widened, looking incredulously at him: "Samuel, have you lost your mind? What kind of crazy talk is this!"

"Although that woman's face isn't much to look at, her figure is still quite nice." Samuel Johnson shook his head, trying to shake off the peculiar feelings that had suddenly emerged in his mind, and said, "What do you think? I'll call her up, tell her I'm drunk and have her come pick me up."

Tim Morrison gave him a fierce glance: "I'm not that bored!" He really couldn't imagine what Amanda's expression would be if she were present today. He was relieved at the thought and felt it was a good thing that Amanda wasn't here tonight!

"Hmph!" Samuel gave a soft snort, shifting his gaze to the side, speaking to the others, "What about you guys? Want to have a taste?"

Tim Morrison became a bit panicked, fearing that this time Samuel was really starting to go crazy. What kind of provocation had he encountered? In the past, Samuel might have disliked Amanda, but he had never gone as far as to do something this terrible to her!

The few men, not familiar with Amanda, heard Samuel Johnson offer to send a woman over and nodded their heads: "Sure, the women that Mr. Johnson has been with, which one isn't a top catch? Today we'll try something new too!"

Samuel lifted the corners of his mouth, giving Tim Morrison a triumphant eyebrow raise and then pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket, ready to call Amanda.

"Samuel!" Tim Morrison reached out to grab at it, "You're drunk! Calm down. If you do this kind of thing, your grandfather won't let you off the hook!"

Grandfather?

Hmph!

Samuel Johnson stood up, pushed Tim Morrison to the side with one hand, arrogantly lifted his chin and looked down at Tim Morrison, sneering: "I say, Tim Morrison, you're not quite yourself today. You didn't seem to care so much about that woman in the past. How come, after not seeing her for a few days, you truly like her now? Otherwise, what do I do to her, what's that to you?"

"I'm afraid you'll regret it!"

Tim Morrison roared.

Regret?

Samuel Johnson was slightly taken aback.

Regret?

How could he possibly regret it?

Towards that woman, he had felt disgust, he had felt hatred, but the one thing he had never felt was regret.

If she could shamelessly climb into his bed, it was nothing but her crazed desire for men, what else could it be? Introducing her to a few more men this time would also help her deal with her inability to resist loneliness.

Samuel Johnson's head was a bit dizzy—he had drunk several bottles of wine today, his spirits high, and the more Tim Morrison tried to stop him, the more he wanted to do it.

He picked up the phone, and right in front of Tim Morrison, he made the call to Amanda.

"Hello? I'm drunk, at XX card room, come over and pick me up."