My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner
Chapter 391 - 15…

Chapter 391: 15...

"I’m going to meet a long-time friend of mine."

"What friend?" Tracie asked, and then her gaze landed on the picture that was on the table.

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Anastasia arrived at the booming club. She took a deep breath before she stepped foot inside. All she needed to do was give her ID to the bouncers and the path was cleared for her.

Anastasia scanned the dimly lit club, her sharp eyes darting through the crowd. Mr. Russell had left his home two hours ago, so he had to be here somewhere. Her gaze settled on him near the bar, seated with a young woman in his arms. The girl’s stiff posture and forced smile made it clear she was uncomfortable with his unwelcome advances.

Anastasia’s lips curved into a subtle smirk. ’Perfect,’ she thought.

Anastasia ignored the drooling stares she was getting and walked towards them, took a seat a few feet away from them.

"I already told you I have a boyfriend. Once he gets here, trust me, you wouldn’t like what he’s going to do to you," the girl complained while trying to loosen his arms wrapped around her waist.

She seemed uncomfortable but Mr. Russell didn’t pay any ears to her complaints.

"If you don’t let me go right now, I’ll call your wife and report everything to her about what you’re doing right now," she said. And instantly, his hand released from her waist.

"Geez, can’t you take a joke," he commented, taking a sip from his glass.

Anastasia cocked an eyebrow at his reaction.

’Oh, so he’s scared of his wife?’ She thought to herself.

"Get out of here. I was only kidding with you and you had to involve my wife," he chased her out.

The girl grinned at him before she took her leave.

Mr. Russell sighed. "It’s not easy to get a free woman these days. Everyone has a boyfriend or they have something to show to my wife."

"Everyone here is familiar with your moves, Mr. Russell. Just give it some time, the new ones will come and you get your catch," said the bartender who was attending to him.

Mr. Russell could only sigh as he sipped his drink one more time.

"Give me another shot!" He ordered.

He glanced around, searching for a woman to please him tonight when his eyes caught on a familiar lady sitting a few feet away from him.

He sized her hard, trying to recall where he’d met her before until her name popped into his head.

"Excuse me, aren’t you Jennifer Reyez? The lady I met at the anniversary party?" He asked.

Anastasia turned to look at him, a small smile on her lips as she tilted her head, pretending to try to recognize him.

"I’m Jennifer Reyez." Then she gasped. "You’re... Mr. Russell, right?"

He nodded in acknowledgment. "What brings you here? I didn’t know a lady of your caliber came to places like this."

"I can say the same thing to you," she replied and both of them chuckled.

Mr. Russell grabbed his drink, left his seat, and took the one closer to Anastasia.

"So, tell me. Why did you come to the club?" He asked.

"I came to have fun. Forgive me but I overheard what happened with your girl a while ago," she replied.

Mr. Russell groaned in exasperation. "I was only trying to have some fun but I haven’t had any luck lately." Then he seized her up once again, his eyes lingering on the slit on her dress that exposed her smooth legs.

Anastasia’s grin stretched even further.

"I can help with that if you want," she suggested.

He looked at her with shock at first before a sly smirk appeared on his lips.

"What are you trying to say to me, Ms. Reyez?" He asked, his finger itching closer to her knees, rubbing a little circle that tempted Anastasia to barf right in front of his face, but she resisted the temptation.

"What I’m saying is..." Anastasia leaned forward, letting her low neckline draw his attention exactly where she wanted it. His gaze dropped, his jaw slackening like a fool caught in a trap. Before he could get too lost, she swiftly grabbed his chin, tilting his face up to meet her piercing blue eyes. Her lips curled into a seductive smile. "I can help you out tonight if you want me to."

Without any more words being said, Mr Russell pulled out his car keys.

"Let’s go," he said hurriedly.

"Aren’t you going to finish your drink?" She asked.

Mr Russell took the glass and took the last content inside before putting it away.

Then together, they left the club.

Anastasia got into his car, but not before glancing over at the car that was parked near hers.

"What about your car?" Mr Russell asked.

"You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll come pick it up tomorrow," she replied. Then she got into his car and he zoomed off.

Tracie immediately followed behind them at a good distance, her grip tightening around the steering wheel. To think Anastasia was in the car of the person that raped her months ago made her feel a different kind of rage surge through her body.

In the car, Anastasia was chatting with Mr. Russell who was starting to act dizzy a little.

"Please be careful so we don’t crash," she said. "Where are we going by the way?"

"We’re going to my hotel," he slurred.

Anastasia hummed, ready to take control of the car once Mr. Russell collapsed.

"Why am I suddenly...feeling dizzy?" He asked. However, before he could get a reply, everything went pitch black as he slammed his back against the seat and Anastasia immediately took control of the car, parking it at the side of the street.

She leaned her back against the car seat, sighing.

"The drug is very effective. It hasn’t even been up to 10 minutes yet."

Anastasia got down from the car and pushed Mr. Russell into the passenger seat with the help of Tracie.

When they were done, they headed to their main destination.

A few hours later, Mr. Russell flickered his eyes open but everywhere was pitch black like his eyes were still closed.

He tried to move but his hands and legs were bound by a rope.

"Where’s this place?" He mumbled.

Then the lamps suddenly turned on. "Great! You’re awake."