His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 578

Casper shot him a glare, clearly annoyed by his endless chatter. "Just get on with it."

"Got it."

In the private room, the male models were sweating it out, finishing their watermelon and durian challenges. Juan caught sight of a surveillance camera in the corner; it suddenly flickered with a red light. Startled, he quickly looked away.

This was Casper's silent warning. Should he make a run for it? But no, that wasn’t an option. If he bailed, Eliza would have his head. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

As he was trying to figure out a way to slip out unnoticed, Eliza's voice broke through, "You guys can drop the durian challenge. Come over and have a few drinks with me."

"My dear, you’ve got to be kidding! You're still breastfeeding. Have you lost your mind?" Juan hurried to snatch the drink from Eliza's hand.

She deftly dodged him, whispering, "It's just juice, don't kick up a fuss. If Casper catches on, our plan's toast. We’ll be done."

Juan sighed internally. Maybe he was overthinking things. But that juice really did look like whiskey. Hopefully, it would fool Casper.

Every male model who joined Eliza for a drink found a crisp hundred-dollar bill slipped into their waistband. The guys jostled and nearly came to blows over the tips.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang. A figure wearing a silver mask strode in, capturing everyone's attention with an icy glare.

Juan tried to sneak away on tiptoe, but Dillon caught him. "Juan, in such a rush to leave? Why not stick around for the drama?"

Eliza casually lifted her gaze, smirking, "Weren't you the one so eager to hand over the cash? And let's be clear, we're nothing to each other. Whether I’m out looking for fun or not doesn’t really concern you, does it, Mr. Casper?"

"Eliza, come on, just have a proper chat with Mr. Casper," Juan chimed in, pretending to be concerned, glancing at Casper. "Mr. Casper, you know Eliza is still breastfeeding. Her hormones are all over the place. Surely you understand?"

"Understand? Not in the slightest," Casper snapped, turning his fiery gaze on Juan. "You knew she was breastfeeding, yet you brought her here to drink and flirt with male models. Planning to take them home too?"

Juan shrank back, realizing he'd inadvertently landed himself in hot water. Just as he was about to speak, Eliza's voice cut in, soft yet firm, "Casper, you're sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. This isn’t Juan’s fault. You should leave him out of it."

"Then tell me, Ms. Eliza, who should I hold accountable if not him?" Casper advanced towards Eliza, his masked face unreadable. "Do you really think your actions are justified? Or is Ms. Eliza just so desperate that she absolutely needs a man?"