Journey to Supremacy

"Ah!"

In the hotel room, Joanna Skeldon screamed in shock, her hands instinctively covering her body.

She was completely naked, with bruises over some parts of her body, evidence of what had happened the night before. Her stockings were torn, the fabric riddled with holes.

And lying beside her, still asleep, was a man—Troy Ragnar.

Even if Joanna were a fool, she could guess what had happened.

"You jerk! I'll kill you!"

Joanna kicked at the man beside her, rage building inside her.

With a loud thud, Troy fell off the bed, startled awake.

He blinked, looking around in confusion. Where was he? How had he ended up in a hotel room?

His mind raced back to the events of the previous night.

Troy had left home three years ago. He had just got back to Silverton yesterday and was thinking about relaxing with a drink at a bar. He vaguely remembered drinking a lot with a woman, but the rest of the night was a blur.

"I'm gonna make you regret this!"

Suddenly, a noise came from behind him. Troy turned, eyes widening in surprise. Joanna, still on the bed, was lifting her leg to kick him in the face.

"Damn! What's with you, lady?"

Troy dodged to the side, his eyes landing on her. His breath caught in his throat.

She was stunning. Her face was a flawless combination of elegance and cold beauty. Her body, fully exposed, was enough to make anyone's pulse race. Her legs, long and shapely, were covered in torn stockings, and Troy's mind went into overdrive.

He quickly tried to calm the heat rising within him and managed a wry smile.

"Come on, gorgeous. Last night was a mutual thing. Why are you so mad?"

Joanna's eyes widened with fury. "Mutual? Who are you kidding? You took advantage of me while I was drunk… You jerk!"

She kicked again, but Troy caught her leg mid-air with a grin. "We've already crossed that line, sweetheart. I'm your man now, so how about you show me a little respect?"

"Let go of me!"

"Then promise me you'll stop making a scene."

"Who's making a scene? My fiancé is coming back today, and here you are…"

Joanna's voice caught, her eyes reddening.

"Your fiancé?" Troy's expression shifted, a strange look crossing his face. He was also supposed to be looking for his fiancée.

Small world.

He sighed, trying to smooth things over. "Okay, okay, let me make it up to you. Don't be so angry."

"Make it up to me? Who do you think you are?"

Joanna's face twisted with contempt, and she lunged at him again.

This time, Troy didn't hesitate. He pulled Joanna into his arms, and before she could resist, they both tumbled onto the bed.

Joanna was beneath him, and their bodies were pressed tightly together. He could feel her soft skin against his, and despite the situation, his breath hitched.

Joanna's face turned crimson with embarrassment and rage. "Get off me!"

"Last night, you weren't exactly acting like this, babe."

Joanna froze. "What do you mean?"

"Last night, you were loud, and you offered to put on those stockings. It felt really good."

"You're lying!"

Troy smirked. "If you don't believe me, that's your problem. Oh, and by the way, you wouldn't let me use protection."

Joanna's face went pale, and her voice trembled. "Y-You didn't use protection?"

"Nope, you wouldn't let me."

Joanna's fists rained down on him, tears choking her words. "You animal! What if I get pregnant? What am I supposed to do then? Gah, I hate you!"

Troy gently lifted Joanna's chin, his gaze serious. "I'm not the type to run away from responsibility. I'll take care of you if that happens."

"Take care of me? What makes you think you're worthy? Do you even know who I am?"

"Who are you?"

A single tear fell from Joanna's eye, her voice breaking as she said, "Let me go. If you keep this a secret, I won't press charges."

"You sure I don't need to take responsibility?"

"You're not worthy!"

With that, Joanna shoved Troy off and stood up without a word before she started getting dressed.

Soon, she was fully dressed, her eyes red as she threw a card from her purse at him. Coldly, she said, "One million. Take it and leave."

"One million for a little fun? Well, I'll be sure to keep this."

Troy slipped the card into his pocket with a grin.

Joanna's expression turned to disgust. She had thought he had some backbone, but instead, he was just a greedy little man.

Without a second glance, she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The room fell silent again. Troy squinted, lifting the bed sheets.

When he saw the bloodstains, his expression changed. Oh, so it was her first time.

He sighed heavily. Coming back to Silverton had clearly gotten him into a fling with a girl…

Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up, and Draco's respectful voice came through.

"Ragnarok, we're waiting for you downstairs at the hotel."

"I'll be right down."

"Understood."

Downstairs, dozens of Rolls-Royces were parked in a row beside the hotel.

A group of men in black suits waited with the utmost respect.

Joanna, now driving out of the parking lot, saw the scene and was immediately struck with shock.

Wasn't that Draco Bowman from Silverton's Rubinton Chamber of Commerce?

What kind of person could possibly have someone like him waiting for them?

After a moment of contemplation, she got out of her car and walked over to Draco. Curious, yet polite, she asked, "Mr. Bowman, what are you doing here?"

Draco looked at her and smiled. "Ah, Ms. Skeldon. I'm just waiting for someone."

Joanna froze, surprise spreading across her face.

It was rare to see Draco this respectful. Who was important enough for him to act this way?

Before she could ask further, Troy appeared, casually walking out with a cigarette in his mouth.