Was this the alliance marriage Geoffrey was so proud of?


    He imed that only couples who get married for self-gain couldst, but what was the point of such a rtionshipsting for so long? They would even treat their own children so terribly!


    If humans were to reproduce this way, passing such practices down from generation to generation, what would humanity ultimately be? "Rose, what''s the matter? Why aren''t you talking?" Yvonne asked. She could sense Rosalie spacing out.


    Rosalie snapped back to attention. "I just don''t know what to say. I''m very worried about your brother. He said he''s willing to get married."


    "Yeah, he came back home today saying that he wants to marry that woman. They''ve only met once or twice when they were young, and are almost strangers."


    "Do you know thatdy?" Rosalie asked.


    "I have heard some rumors about her."


    "What about?" Rosalie asked further.


    "Well," Yvonne said. "I do know where she will be tonight. I''ll bring you to see her in the flesh, okay? Seeing is believing, after all."


    "The two of us go find her?" Rosalie said hesitantly. "Vonnie, are you sure I should go too?"


    "What, don''t you want to go? Aren''t you curious about who my brother''s future wife is?"


    "It''s not that I don''t want to, but is it appropriate for me to do so?"


    "Oh please, Rose! Why are you still harping on whether it''s appropriate now? Is it appropriate for my father to force Seb to get a wife in the first ce?"


    "That''s true... Alright, I''ll go with you to see her. Just say I''m your friend, and don''t tell her that I''m friends with Sebastian.”


    "Okay. That settles it."


    With that, the both of them hung up.


    It was gettingte, and Yvonne drove Rosalie to a club exclusive to socialites. All patrons of the club were second-generation heiresses. There was a wide range of facilities in the club. Yvonne was a frequent customer, and often came here to hang out with her girlfriends.


    She pulled Rosalie into the club, and said softly, "I''m not very familiar with thedy my brother is going to marry only know that her name''s Tammy Jones. She''s a wild one. She''s got a lot of boyfriends before."


    Rosalie nodded. "Given her status in life, she got whatever she wanted since she was young. It''s understandable that she lives life with abandon."


    It was difficult to judge the kind of person Ms. Jones was just based on Yvonne''s words. In fact, it was unfair to judge her just based on her wild child behavior and her many ex-boyfriends.


    "Rose, I''m afraid you might have misunderstood what I meant when I said that she''s a wild one. It might not be what you think it is," Yvonne said.


    "What is it, then?" Rosalie asked doubtfully.


    As they chatted, they walked toward a private room.


    Yvonne had informed the club beforehand that she wasing today, and Tammy was aware of it, too. Yvonne was the sister of her future husband, after all. It was perfectly normal for both of them to meet at this ce.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    The moment the door was pushed open, Rosalie saw the luxurious furnishings inside. The lights were dim and lent a mysterious air to the room, which was filled with the smett of alcohol and cigarettes. She could hear merryughter and singing inside.


    Rosalie saw both men and women inside the private room, and the men looked like male hosts dedicated to serving the socialites.


    The socialites were seated on their


    laps, enjoying the intimacy they offered as part of their service. Everyone was immersed in games f their


    and flirting, having the time of lives. Some men were even pressed against the couch, their shirts unbuttoned and wide open, allowing the socialites their way with them.


    The male hosts looked to be enjoying themselves to the fullest.