The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 238

Ella looked straight at Monica. “Excuse me, could you move? You’re blocking my dance with Mr. Harmon.”

She didn’t bother hiding the challenge in her voice.

Monica’s hands balled into fists. She had no intention of moving.

But the rich guys around them started egging her on. “Monica, come on, get out of the way.”

Monica shot Ella a sharp glare, but finally, dragging her feet, she shuffled aside.

Ella smirked to herself. She could see right through Monica now.

This was her way of fighting back. And she was just getting started.

She turned to David. He hadn’t stopped staring at her. But Ella didn’t even blink. With a sly, sexy smile, she slowly parted her legs and climbed right onto his lap, settling on his solid waist.

The whole place erupted. Cheers, whistles, everyone was going wild.

“Damn, you’re the first girl to ever pull that on Mr. Harmon.”

With the thin veil covering her face, the usually cool and untouchable beauty had transformed into a bold, irresistible siren. No one in the crowd recognized her.

Raising a playful eyebrow, she smiled. “Seriously? With the way girls throw themselves at Mr. Harmon, I thought I’d have to take a number. He’s got Monica, and before that, his favorite, Jessa. I figured I wasn’t even in the running.”

Someone shouted back, “Well, if you want a spot with Mr. Harmon, you better show us your moves.”

Ella glanced at David, her eyes lit up and sparkling. “Guess I’ll have to give it my best shot. Can’t let Monica and Jessa intimidate me.”

She started moving with the music.

Her slim waist, hugged tight in that black dress, looked dangerously soft. When she swayed to the beat, it was like her body could kill with just a twist. And she wasn’t holding back. Her hips rolled, side to side, right on his lap, black stockings catching the light, giving him a show meant for him alone.

The club buzzed with energy. People cheered, some jumping up to dance with her, the atmosphere thick with excitement.

David’s usually cold eyes burned with a dangerous red fire. No one else recognized her, but he did. That was Ella.

“Ella, what the hell do you think you’re doing, grinding on me like this?” His voice was low and rough.

Ella’s smile slipped. He recognized her.

She hadn’t expected her cover to be blown so fast.

She put both hands on his chest and pushed herself off him, scrambling to her feet.

Then she turned and bolted.

People shouted after her. “Hey, where are you going?”

The music cut out. The club manager took the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, our show is over for tonight. Thanks for coming.”

Some people groaned, but the crowd started to break up.

One of the rich guys grinned at David. “So, Mr. Harmon, you’ve had Jessa dance for you, and now this little cutie too. Which one did you like better?”