Page 119 of Cruel Devotion

“Lei!” Chen grabbed my attention.

I looked up. “What?”

“We need to consider our approach with Marcelo and Banks. This could escalate into a full-blown war right on our doorstep.”

“We'll deal with them.” My heart pounded. “But for now, I need to know why Monique is wearing white.”

“Oh my God.” Duck shook his head again.

“Hold on.” Chen frowned. “The dress could be a very, very pale blue.”

Duck snorted. “Saying that over and over, Chen, won't manifest that reality.”

Chen raised one finger. “You would be surprised what we can manifest from saying it over and over.”

Duck leaned back. “The dress is white and Lei is going to do something stupid and I'm not going to get any sleep today because of it.”

I shot him a sharp look. “Careful.”

Hu spoke, “Maybe, we need a special position within our inner circle to assist Lei with better dealing with Monique. Like. . .a dating coach.”

Duck chuckled.

I pointed to Hu. “There we go. I was just thinking that. This is a good idea.”

Duck waved it away. “You would need to listen to the person and we all know that you will not do that.”

“Hey. I would listen.” Monique's gorgeous face flashed in my mind. “For her. . .I would listen to somebody but they would have to know what they are talking about.”

“What about Ming Yui?” Hu asked. “She is Lei's Chief Consort. This could be a good job for her.”

Duck smirked. “You think the leader of Lei's harem will want to show Lei how to basically replace her? Not going to happen.”

“That's correct. Ming Yui would be a horrible choice.” Chen tapped his leg. “Perhaps, one of our aunts.”

I groaned. “Hell no.”

Chen held his hands out. “Older women would be able to provide an insurmountable amount of insight.”

Duck grinned. “Father always said Aunt Min used to have a long line of men on leashes and she knew exactly how to keep them in check.”

The helicopter descended.

Hu smiled. “I heard Aunt Suzi was quite the dominatrix in her prime, even has a secret sex dungeon under her house.”

What?!

Horror hit me as an image of Aunt Suzi—adorned in silver studded leather and gripping a whip—hit me.

No. No. No.

Duck appeared close to vomiting.

Meanwhile, Chen veered back as if he has just been slapped. “What is wrong with you, Hu?”

He widened his eyes. “I'm just saying what I heard.”

Chen pointed at him. “You are never to say that again.”

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