Upon hearing Greg's words, Anthony had mixed feelings. In fact, when Melanie entered the room just now, Anthony had noticed Greg's change in expression. His eyes were practically shining. However, Anthony had pretended not to notice. Good things, after all, were meant to be kept for oneself, but since Greg had already made it clear... After a few seconds of struggling, Anthony pretended to only notice Greg's expression and said tentatively, "Mr. Hardy, are you interested in her?" "She's my type," Greg said, crossing his legs and curling his lips. Anthony burst into laughter. "I thought it would be difficult to please you. To be honest, I was just wondering what gift to give you. Since you like her, then she's yours!" After saying that, Anthony gestured behind him, and the bodyguard standing there immediately pulled Melanie over. Melanie looked unwilling. She bit her lip secretly, feeling like she was getting closer and closer to the lion’s den. The fear was palpable, but
The blanket covered both of them, turning everything dark. The man's hands were propped up on either side of Melanie's body, trying to control himself from pressing down on her, but the space was small, and she could still feel the changes in his body. He moved back and forth on top of her, occasionally brushing against her, making her cheeks burn. However, each of his movements was only to create the illusion of movement in the bed, making it seem like there was a lot of activity under the blanket, when in reality, he wasn't touching her at all... As the man's body moved up and down, the blanket occasionally lifted a little, and in the faint light, Melanie stared intently at his handsome jawline and familiar body curves... "Who exactly are you?" she asked tremulously, in the lowest voice possible. "What?" the man's voice was also low and deep. "Are you Jefford, or... Jeffrey?" she asked hesitantly. The man, still in the midst of his frenzied movements, was shaken! Ev
"It's just to deal with Linda," Melanie said in a subdued tone, indifferent. "What if I say it's for you?" Jeffrey asked casually. Melanie's eyes were immediately filled with disdain. "At a critical moment, don't joke around, Jefford. I'm not in the mood." Jeffrey raised an eyebrow, realizing that in her eyes, Jefford was indeed full of schemes and useless. Fortunately, he wasn't really Jefford. Although he occasionally felt regretful for using this "Jefford" persona, and sometimes her stubbornness irritated him, he comforted himself by knowing that she only distanced herself from Jefford because she deeply loved Jeffrey, him... "Think what you will." Jeffrey continued his actions. "But if I hadn't intercepted you from Anthony, you would be his gift right now." "Do I have to thank you for that?" Melanie retorted. "Otherwise?" Jeffrey replied. Melanie looked at the proud man before her and said, "Even without you, I have cards to protect myself." "Are your so-called
"Threatening me?" Jeffrey narrowed his eyes. "Since we're allies, we should share the glory and disgrace," Melanie asserted firmly. Jeffrey paused for two seconds, showing a helpless expression. "What's your plan for saving him?" Melanie's eyes brightened. He had indeed agreed. For Jefford, having Hank as an ally would only be beneficial. "Firstly, I need to know the general layout of this club, where are you stationed your men, and also where Mr. Castillo is being held." Melanie had already planned it out in her mind. Jeffrey could only raise an eyebrow in resignation. He roughly explained the layout of the "Heaven on Earth" club through the four directions—east, west, south, and north—and also where his people could provide support. "But your arrival was unexpected, so my people don't know where he's being held yet," Jeffrey added. "Then let's create an opportunity to find out," Melanie suggested. With that, she reached out and began to remove his clothes. "What are
After a few whispered words, a knock on the door was heard. "Mr. Hardy, are you okay?" It was the voice of Anthony's most trusted confidant, who began knocking after speaking. Jeffrey tossed the blanket onto the ground and got up from the bed. He grabbed a blanket from the sofa, pretending to be annoyed as he shouted, "Come in!" Anthony's confidant opened the door and entered. "Mr. Hardy, are you... alright?" "Ask her!" Jeffrey impatiently pointed toward the bed behind him, frowning. "What's going on? Don't you remember Anthony's orders? If you don't serve Mr. Hardy well, you’ll lose your life!" Anthony's confidant turned toward the bed and scolded Melanie who was wrapped in a blanket. She remained silent. Jeffrey opened a cigar box on the sofa and took out a cigar. Anthony's confidant hurried over to squat down and light it for him, saying, "Mr. Hardy, this woman was just sent over... We don't know her background, but our boss truly wants to cooperate with you..." Je
Melanie was afraid that Hank would ruin the plan, so she quickly took the initiative and said, "Mr. Castillo, you said that I can only serve Mr. Wilson and must keep him happy, otherwise you'll kill my family! But Mr. Wilson’s friend took a liking to me and took me. Anthony agreed... You can't make things difficult for my family because of this..." As Melanie spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, her acting skills impeccable. On the other end of the camera, Hank quickly understood what was going on, but he pretended to be impatient and shouted, "I'm in a difficult situation and I can’t be bothered about you! You can sleep with whoever you want!" "But your people still have my family. You have to promise you’ll order your subordinates to release my family..." Melanie persisted. "Even if I'm down and out, you still don’t have a right to negotiate terms with me!" Hank said angrily. "Listen to that!" Jeffrey’s facial muscles twitched fiercely as he looked at Anthony. "He's quite to
Melanie stood in place, feeling flustered. At this moment, her pride and bottom line from the past twenty-something years were beckoning to her and tugging at her legs, unwilling to let her go. However, the act they had put on played out so well. From kidnapping her family to biting Jefford, she didn't want to cling to something as small as pride at this critical moment. She bit the bullet and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes became bright and charming, as if she had become a different person. "Mr. Hardy, I had my reasons. You just heard it yourself, didn’t you?" As she spoke, Melanie spread her slender legs, straddled, and sat on Greg’s lap. "No one in this world has ever dared to bite me!" "Mr. Hardy" remained unmoved, casting a cold glance at the bite mark on his shoulder. "It's not my fault… You were too domineering and hurt me." Melanie's voice was soft and seductive as she reached out and hooked her arms around the man's neck. Her eyes wer
"What are you shy about?" Jeffrey looked at the woman's perfect eyes that were clear and charming, shimmering with a shy gleam. The fire in him that he had barely suppressed surged unexpectedly again, one wave after another. Her innate soft yet distant demeanor seemed to possess a deadly charm, making him unable to escape or hide from it. A scarlet lotus bloomed deep in his eyes! Unable to resist, he reached out and gently touched her eyebrows. "It's all because of you. You have to take responsibility..." His voice suddenly softened. The distance between the two was only inches, one sitting and one kneeling. The temperature soared! "Don't." Sensing the man preparing to come closer, Melanie suddenly stepped back, falling back onto the bed. "At such a critical moment, can you stop thinking about these things?" "So does that mean if it wasn't a critical moment, you'd be ready to indulge me?" Jeffrey caught the loophole in her words and asked. "I didn't say that." Melan