Chapter 369

It was already midnight when Winston reached home after having dinner with a client.

He then got a call from Megan.

"Mr. Belasco, can we meet somewhere outside? I just came back to Taverdale and brought a gift for you," she said graciously. There was no hint of fear in her voice anymore.

Instinctively, he checked the time on his watch and asked, "Where?"

"Come to the presidential suite of the Regalia Club," she said.

It was 11:00 pm at night, yet she was asking him to collect his gift in a presidential suite.

No matter how slow a man could be, they'd understand the underlying intention. Besides, Winston was a womanizer himself.

He hesitated for a bit before replying with a smile, "Sure."

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The door to the presidential suite was barely closed. The heater in the room was turned on.

Megan was wearing a red silk slip dress as she lazily leaned against the sofa and sipped her drink.

A muscle-pain relief patch covered the wound on her arm, which conveniently hid the word