Oscar’s voice was icy as he dered, “Alright then. If you refuse toply, I’ll instruct my men to fetch ten kilos of concentrated perfume from the warehouse—five kilos for each of you. You won’t be allowed to leave until you’ve consumed every drop!”


    The Glorious Club boasted a staggering fifteen floors, each one sprawling with an extensive selection of high-end, imported fragrances. Consequently, the club maintained a colossal inventory of perfume.


    Jeffrey felt a wave of dread wash over him, hisplexion turning a sickly green at the thought of having to gulp down five kilos of perfume.


    Within that five kilos of concentrated perfume, at least half was alcohol, along with a mix of various chemical and mush additives, as well as antiseptics. If he were to actually drink that amount, not even Hades could save him from a certain demise!


    Oscar, growing impatient with Jeffrey’s reluctance, barked at the guards, “If they refuse, start by giving them a good beating!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “Understood, boss!” the guards replied.


    At hismand, the muscr guards rushed in, surrounding Jeffrey and Wendy.


    Without hesitation, the guards raised their fists and began to strike. Before they could even process what was happening, Jeffrey and Wendy were met with a flurry of punches and kicks, their screams melding with the sounds of their agony. Blood, tears, and snorts created a grim spectacle.


    In immense pain, Jeffrey struggled against the assault and pleaded, “Uncle Oscar, I’m still your Silver member! I spent five million on that! You and my father are friends! We may be ordinary people, but we’re your customers—you can’t treat me like this!”


    Oscar’s expression twisted in fury. “Just because you’re a member doesn’t mean you can disrespect our Supreme VIP member! Let me make this clear—the entire Moore family holds Master Wade in the highest regard, yet you’ve offended him. Who do you think you are, you pathetic little brat? I’ll refund your membership fee tomorrow, but from this moment on, you are permanently banned from the Glorious Club!”<fnfadb> Checktest chapters at find·novel</fnfadb>


    Jeffrey’s eyes zed with anger, turning as red as a tomato. He could hardly believe Oscar’s words! He had invested in a Silver membership with his own money—how could they just revoke it?


    But he knew better than to argue with Oscar at this moment.


    A guard approached, carrying severalrge bottles and announced, “Mr. Watts, here’s the perfume.”


    Oscar nodded, his expression grim. “Perfect! If they refuse to drink, pry their mouths open and pour it in! Each of them needs to consume five kilos; I want everyst drop gone!”


    The guards lunged forward, forcing Jeffrey and Wendy’s mouths wide open.


    Two guards each grabbed a two-kilo bottle of perfume. As they twisted off the caps, a powerful, overwhelming fragrance wafted out, nearly suffocating them.


    Oscar’s gaze was merciless as he looked at Jeffrey and Wendy, stating coldly, “Don’t worry; your bodies won’t dpose after drinking all that perfume. I’ll find a wastnd to bury you both, and perhaps centuriester, you’ll be discovered as mummies!”


    Their faces drained of color.


    They didn’t want to die!


    Initially, they thought the threat of drinking perfume was just a scare tactic, but now they realized it was all too real. Suddenly, licking urinals seemed like the gentlest punishment imaginable!


    Desperately, they crawled toward Oscar, pleading in unison, “Please forgive us, Uncle Oscar! We’ll do whatever you say; we’ll even lick the toilets!”