Queen of Rose

Jonathan's face turned gloomy as Alice entered the scene, her presence immediately commanding attention.

Before he could react or vent his anger, a charming voice called out, "Mr. Sinclaire, why do you look so bad?"

The crowd turned, and all eyes were immediately drawn to the stunning woman who had just descended from the staircase leading to the second floor. Her slender legs and waist swayed with each step as she moved, wearing a magnificent red dress that hugged her curves and a pair of bright silver high heels. She looked like a noble queen descending from the heavens.

The woman was Alice, the infamous "Queen of Rose," and the boss of the Night Rose. Her allure was undeniable, and the crowd couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. With a faint, seductive smile on her face, her red lips seemed to promise a world of temptation.

As she approached Queenie, the other patrons fell into a trance, mesmerized by the presence of these two extraordinary women. When the two of them were together, it was impossible to determine which one was more beautiful—Queenie, with her aloof elegance, or Alice, with her enchanting and fiery aura. They were like ice and fire, two extremes that left everyone breathless.

"Mr. Sinclaire?" Alice's voice broke the spell, and Jonathan snapped out of his daze.

"Miss Moon," he stammered, now clearly affected by Alice's charm. "I didn't mean to cause trouble here. It's just that this shameless couple has been teasing me. I just want to seek some justice."

"Really?" Alice's smile grew ever so slightly as she turned to Queenie, "Elder sister, he called you a shameless woman!"

Elder sister?

The room fell into stunned silence. Jonathan froze, his mind scrambling to make sense of what was happening.

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Who would have thought that these two rare beauties were actually sisters? No wonder they were both so stunning—two sides of the same coin.

Queenie, though slightly tipsy from the red wine, remained composed. "Let him slap himself," she said in a cold, matter-of-fact tone.

Alice didn't hesitate for a second. With a playful smile, she turned back to Jonathan and said, "Mr. Sinclaire, my sister doesn't like what you just said. She orders you to slap yourself."

Jonathan was taken aback. His mind was still reeling, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words. The pressure Alice exuded, combined with her playful yet unyielding demeanor, was too much for him to resist.

"If you don't dare to do it, I can always ask someone else," Alice continued, her voice soft but commanding. "Or perhaps... I could speak to your father personally?"

Her smile remained, but there was an underlying threat in her words. It was an unspoken command that left Jonathan no choice but to comply.

"No... no. I can do it myself," Jonathan stammered, his pride crushed as he slapped himself a few times and then left the scene, his face burning with humiliation.

Once he was gone, Alice turned her attention to John, who had been watching the entire spectacle. Her eyes assessed him carefully, and she asked, "Who is he?"

"Oh, he's my boyfriend. His surname is Lopez." Queenie replied, her tone casual, as if she were sharing an everyday fact.

Before John could say anything, Queenie took the initiative and answered for him. A glimmer of surprise crossed Alice's face as she raised an eyebrow. "Your boyfriend?"

John nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Alice's expression became more complex. She stepped closer to Queenie and whispered, "Queenie, is he really your boyfriend? Are you joking with me?"

Queenie smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Don't you think he looks like someone? And their surname is the same."

Alice immediately realized what Queenie meant. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her calm. "I know you miss John so much, and I do too... but you can't just give your heart to someone because they look like him."

But Queenie wasn't swayed. She simply shrugged and continued, "Alice, do you remember when we were kids and promised to marry the same man when we grew up?"

Alice's face turned serious as she nodded. "Of course, I remember. But that was just a childish promise. You can't—"

"I've made up my mind," Queenie interrupted, her voice firm. "I'm going to marry him. And I'm here to get you two together. Plus, I want to take him to meet the other sisters."

Alice stared at her, stunned. Her eyes widened as she placed a hand on Queenie's forehead. "Queenie, are you feeling okay? Are you sure you're not sick? You can't be serious about this!"

Ignoring Alice's astonishment, Queenie continued, "I've asked my boyfriend. He said he doesn't mind living with all seven of us."

Alice's beautiful face turned stormy, her expression darkening. "What are you saying?" she whispered, her voice barely controlled. "You and your sisters are all so excellent, and he doesn't mind? He must be ecstatic, right?"

Queenie didn't respond but gave Alice a playful look, as if signaling that her performance was complete. Now it was John's turn to speak.

John leaned in, his face taking on a sly smile. "You must be Queenie's sister, right? She already told you my thoughts, so I won't repeat them. I assume you know what to do?"

Alice's jaw tightened as she glared at him. The nerve of this man!

"I think we should go upstairs to talk," she suggested, her voice dripping with tension.

John, ever the bold one, didn't hesitate to follow her lead. As Alice led the way to the VIP room, John couldn't help but admire her figure. The way she moved was like a force of nature, impossible to ignore.

The crowd watched in awe as John was invited to the VIP room by the Queen of Rose herself. Envy surged through the onlookers. It was one thing to win the favor of a cold beauty, but to be invited into the VIP room by the bar's boss? It was almost too much to believe.

The elegant VIP room was soundproof, and as soon as the door closed, the noise from the outside world ceased to exist. But despite the serene atmosphere, John couldn't shake the eerie feeling that ran down his spine.

Alice crossed her legs and sat on the leather sofa, exuding an air of authority. The glint of her silver high heels caught the light, only adding to her commanding presence.

"Sit down," she ordered, her tone emotionless.

John grinned. Rather than sitting on the opposite sofa, he confidently sat next to her, much to Alice's displeasure.

Her eyes flashed with disdain as she looked at him. "This bastard..." she muttered under her breath. "If it weren't for my sister's sake, I would have made him regret it."

In her mind, Alice couldn't stop thinking of James, the playboy of the Russell family. He had hurt countless women with his powerful background, and Alice had taken it upon herself to punish him, turning him into an eunuch.

If John kept up his reckless attitude, she wouldn't hesitate to make him the next one.

The tension in the room was palpable as the Queen of Rose prepared to teach John a lesson he would never forget.