Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 128

This time, he fully intended to find out exactly which suicidal idiot had the absolute audacity to drug him.

When Alaric arrived at The Sapphire Club, the private dining room was already packed.

It was a gathering of his close social circle, mostly married men.

They were all powerful, highly successful elites.

There wasn't a single paunch or receding hairline among the impeccably tailored group.

Seeing Alaric enter, the room immediately stood up to greet him.

Alaric didn't offer a single polite smile. He walked straight to the head of the table, his predatory gaze slowly sweeping over every man in the room.

The sheer hostility radiating from him sent a chill down everyone's spine. Someone nervously attempted a joke.

"Alaric, what's with the death glare? You're looking at us like we're a lineup of murder suspects."

Alaric's cold eyes locked onto the speaker. He didn't waste time with pleasantries.

"At the last dinner. Who drugged my drink?"

The room erupted in a chorus of panicked murmurs.

Another friend tried to laugh it off. "Drugged? What are you talking about, man?"

Alaric remained completely stone-faced, an overwhelming aura of sheer dominance filling the room. "I strongly suggest someone confesses right now. Because if I have to start breaking things to find out, it will be too late for apologies."

At that chilling threat, the culprit immediately stood up, his face pale.

"Alaric... look, you haven't been with a woman in years. We just wanted you to let loose for once, to have a good time. We did it for your own good, I swear."

Alaric slowly raised his eyes.

It was Preston Montgomery, one of his oldest friends.

His gaze was murderous, his voice lethal. "You spiked my drink?"

Preston couldn't meet his eyes. He nodded, stammering. "Y-yes. But I was only..."

He trailed off, entirely unable to concoct a convincing lie to save his own skin.

The truth was, Preston had harbored a secret obsession with Alaric for years.

Given Alaric's utter disinterest in women, rumors had swirled that he played for the other team.

Preston had drugged him, hoping to finally make a move while Alaric was vulnerable, but Leo had swooped in and hauled his boss out before anything could happen.

But Ivy had explicitly asked for exactly that amount previously.

If he gave her millions, she might mistake him for a gullible sugar daddy and start inventing endless excuses to extort him.

He utterly despised greedy, gold-digging opportunists.

Listening to this, a cold sweat broke out across Leo's forehead.

So the boss really had slept with his wife while drugged out of his mind?

A wave of sheer awe hit him. After five long, celibate years, his boss had finally seen some action.

Pushing his shock aside, Leo offered professional counsel.

"Boss, if we're talking about your wife, you should focus on treating her better on a daily basis. Be gentle. Buy her thoughtful gifts. But whatever you do, do not just wire her cash."

Alaric frowned, genuinely confused.

"Why can't I give her cash?"

Leo let out a heavy sigh, risking his job as he explained the basics of human decency.

"Because paying her is an unbelievable insult. You two are married. Intimacy is a completely natural part of that relationship. If you sleep with her and then immediately toss a stack of cash at her, you're basically treating her like an escort."