My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Juan instructed, “Call Debra and tell her to come home.”

“Huh?” Joe was stunned.

Debra and Erica were partying at a nightclub.

Though Debra rarely indulged, tonight she was drinking heavily. Since her rebirth, there had been too many stressful things. Now, with the alcohol, her worries seemed to vanish.

Her phone rang. She answered it, and Joe faltered. “Madam, Mr. Nichols wants you to come home.”

“What? He wants me home? Why should I listen to him? Who does he think he is?” Debra slurred.

Joe noticed her unusual tone. “Madam, where are you?

“Somewhere without Juan!” she said, hanging up.

Erica hugged Debra and laughed. “This isn’t fun enough! Let’s do something exciting!”

“Exciting?”

Erica reached over and pressed the service bell. Soon enough, the manager came in with a smile.

“Miss Mathis, what can I do for you?”

“Bring me your hottest male models!*

“Sure, just a moment!”

Soon, a line of handsome guys walked in. Their good looks amazed Debra.

She had never seen anything like this in her past or present life.

“How is it? Exciting?” Erica grinned.

Debra gulped.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

It was exciting, but she was a married woman.

“Just looking is no fun, Erica said, beckoning to them.

The models walked over and sat next to the two women.

*Girl, you’re gorgeous!” exclaimed one of the models as he approached her.

Debra blushed instantly. No one had addressed her like that before.

Meanwhile, two men were anxiously waiting for news of Debra and Erica.

Marion frowned, asking. “Where did Erica take Debra?”

Randy tapped on his phone screen. “Don’t worry. I’m reaching out to my contacts. We’ll have information

soon.”

Soon enough, he got a call from a nightclub owner.

“Hello?”

“Miss Mathis and Ms. Frazier are here at my club.”

“Your club? What are they doing there?”

“Miss Mathis just requested six male models. They’re probably drinking in a private room now.

“What? Male models?” Randy’s voice jumped an octave,

Both men were shocked.

Randy gritted his teeth. “Keep them there! Don’t let them leave!”

The nightclub owner agreed, carrying out Randy’s Instructions.

As soon as he hung up, Randy frantically looked for his car keys. “Damn it! I knew Erica was up to no good. Going to a nightclub and requesting male models!”

Marion was even quicker. His face was sullen. “You better keep Erica in line. Don’t let her corrupt Debra.” “What? She’s your cousin, not mine.”

Despite that, Randy defended Erica. “And what do you mean by corrupt? They’re just at a nightclub with male models. What’s the big deal?”