Gustavo was supposed to be the one who spent the night at the hotel, but Bruce benefited from it. Gustavo's men had received the message regarding Bruce's arrival in advance. They were waiting at the door when Bruce arrived at the hotel and attentively escorted him to the presidential suite on the top floor. The two women, who had flown all the way from Argentina, had been waiting in the room. Both were dressed in sexy and appealing cosplay costumes. One was an obedient maid while the other was a submissive and cowardly prisoner. When Bruce entered the room, the two ladies swiftly approached him, and the maid beamed in a charming voice, "Master! You're back!" The female prisoner stuttered in a slightly nervous voice, "W-Warden... Y-You're back..." This sight excited Bruce instantly, and he could feel blood rushing all over his body. Although he was an experienced playboy, he had never experienced such treatment in an exclusive location. The two ladies' beauty was out of t
The "maid" soon noticed something unusual. She looked down, hastily stepped back in horror, and mumbled, "W-What the hell is that?!" The "prisoner" was equally terrified. She stepped back, waved her hands frantically, and quavered, "I-I-I'm afraid I can't take it... I-I'll refund the money..." By this time, Bruce's face had turned red. It wasn't because he was angry, but he was in so much pain that he felt like he was going to explode at any moment. He had never experienced such severe pain in his life. Each second felt like forever. Despite her horror, the "maid" approached him and asked, trembling, "S-Sir, I t-t-think you should have that checked. It looks like the tissue is dying..." Bruce was sweating profusely. The increasing pain had caused his legs to weaken and even begin to shake violently. He desperately covered his penis and cried out in misery, "Q-Quick! H-Help me! It's going to explode... I can't take it anymore!" The two ladies were shivering in fear. The
Hearing that Bruce wanted ice cubes, the agile Camilla quickly urged, "Talia, there's an ice bucket in the suite bar with a bottle of champagne in it. Go get the bucket!" Talia, the woman in the prisoner costume, came to her senses and immediately rushed out of the bedroom. After a series of clanging sounds, Talia ran over with an iron bucket full of ice cubes. Camilla quickly grabbed the bucket, crouched down, and squatted in front of Bruce's crotch as she handed the bucket to him. Bruce wanted to put his penis directly into the bucket, but due to the limitation of the situation, he had no choice but to pour the ice cubes between his legs. He thought the ice cubes would ease his pain, but to his bewilderment, the ice cubes could not relieve the severe pain and extreme swelling at all. Due to the painful and agonizing sensation, Bruce's face distorted more and more. The unprecedented pain completely broke him down emotionally. He sat on the floor and wailed his lungs out. A
Michael asked in surprise, "What happened? Are you hurt?" "It's worse than being hurt..." Bruce choked up. "Only you can save me now..." Realizing the urgency of the matter, Michael hurriedly said, "Where are you? I'll come over right now!" Although Michael was a professional doctor, Bruce knew that Michael couldn't do much as he would be alone and wouldn't have any medical equipment with him. The best and safest thing to do now was to go to the hospital himself. Hence, he cautioned, "Michael, listen carefully. I need you to prepare a private treatment room right now. Don't let any other doctor near me except you. Do it now! I'll come to the hospital right away!" "Okay, but first tell me what's going on so that I can be more prepared and waste no time!" queried Michael anxiously. Bruce hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat, and heaved, "I-It's my penis. I-It's about three times larger than usual... I-I feel like it's about to die..." "Holy shit!" Michael yelped in sh
Camilla got into Bruce's car and drove them to Manhattan Hospital. The car screeched to a stop at the door of Manhattan Hospital ten minutes later. Michael had been waiting at the door with a wheelchair. Seeing the car coming, he hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and opened the door. Bruce was curled up in the passenger seat, his body twitching and shivering in great pain. Shocked to realize the urgency, Michael quickly carried him out of the seat. Through the robe, he saw the outline of Bruce's penis and was stunned. He gasped involuntarily, "Bruce, please tell me this is not a prank!" Bruce broke down and exclaimed, "This is not April Fool, and I'm in no mood to play a prank on you, especially not with my damn penis! For God's sake, can you please hurry up and do a check-up?!" Michael came to his senses and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I-It's just too scary..." As he spoke, he pushed the wheelchair and ran toward the inside of the hospital.
Michael looked at Bruce and affirmed in a serious tone, "From the looks of it, it is impossible to find out the cause of the disease, but your current situation is indeed perilous. We can't stop the high surge of blood pressure in your penis, and the tissues there are showing signs of hypoxia and necrosis. If we don't cut it off as soon as possible, it may cause systemic sepsis, and it's bad for you..." "Fuck!" Bruce cursed in rage. "Hey, I came to see you to fix it, not to just chop it off! Haven't you ever encountered such a condition?!" Michael attested sternly, "You have to trust my diagnosis. We have many ways to fix it if it's just a normal swelling, but your case is different. This color indicates that the tissue is already necrotic. This is why people have to amputate their legs and hands. There's nothing much we can do." He cleared his throat and added, "Professional doctors can actually tell at a glance whether the condition is good or bad and whether amputation is nece
By using his power, Gustavo had gotten the bed next to Charlie. He was just about to chat with Charlie to butter him up when the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed. He quickly took out the phone and looked at it. He was a bit surprised to see that it was a call from Bruce. 'What the fuck?!' Gustavo cursed in his mind. 'How dare he call me?! Does he think he is a big shot?' At some point, Gustavo had a clear reluctance to answer calls. He disliked the feeling of answering the phone more and more because he felt that the calls would upset him. He preferred his subordinates to respectfully report to him or send him text messages in a dignified tone. On the contrary, he preferred to make phone calls when it came to giving orders because he liked the pleasure of direct command. Everyone around Gustavo knew about his dislike of answering phone calls, so they usually sent a message that started with "Dear Mr. Sanchez". He hadn't received a call like this in years. If Gustavo ha
Bruce quickly said, "Don't worry. I can go back to prison now as long as you can help me. I can receive your treatment there..." Charlie hummed and confided, "It's just that the treatment is tedious and takes time, and you have to be naked. More importantly, the treatment is quite painful, and you will definitely scream. Are you sure you want the people here to know about it?" Bruce hastily affirmed, "Don't worry about that. I'll have my most trusted guard take you out of the cell and secretly bring you to my office. I'll be waiting for you there. The soundproofing is very good. No one will hear anything. It will be a secret between us." Bruce attentively hoped to keep this situation a secret because it was too embarrassing. He could have vacated a room in the prison so that Charlie could treat him, but on second thought, he realized that no place was absolutely safe. After all, this was a prison. Many places had no blind spots and were patrolled 24 hours a day. He would be doo
Jacob certainly left Charlie speechless—the man might get kicked out of the house, but he was more worried about his car.Sighing in exasperation, he told Jacob, "Look, if it fails, I won't be able to get you a nice place, let alone leave the Cullinan with you."Jacob blurted out, "But why—""Don't forget—I'm still living in this house even if you're gone!" Charlie explained, his expression dead serious. "If I let you have a nice place and the Cullinan, God knows how terrible a grudge your wife would hold against me. I need to have a sense of self-preservation too!""If I got you a rundown apartment, I could at least defend myself even if she gets upset about that. I mean, I can't let you sleep in the streets, can I? Claire and I would be guilty of abandoning our elders."Seeing the serious look on Charlie's face, Jacob breathed a long sigh as he clapped him on the shoulder, groaning mournfully, "Oh, I get it. I wouldn't want to upset Elaine if I were in your shoes too…"Charlie
Charlie sighed. "I told you it'd blow up, Dad, but you had to doubt me.""I wasn't doubting you," Jacob promptly defended himself. "I thought I might catch a lucky break—"Charlie cut him short, "Fair enough. Then, how are you going to handle this? I can try to stop Mom from going to that wedding and prevent her from getting in the hall even if she went, but what's going to happen to the both of you? Do you want a divorce or do you want to stay with her?"The light in Jacob's faded as he shrugged and sighed. "If I could divorce her, I would've—and I would be living happily with Matilda now. What company would I have if I did it now? Do you think Elaine would let me stay in Thompson First, with that attitude of hers?""In the end, I'd be chased out without a place to stay, and I can't suffer the humiliation of moving back with my mom and brother, can I? Hell, they might not even take me back!""So, that's a no?" Charlie pressed.Jacob smiled wryly. "At my age, even if I could, I w
Hearing that Elaine was threatening suicide, Claire exclaimed urgently, "Take me to her now!"The traffic police officer quickly nodded. "Come on!"As the traffic police officer quickly led Claire to Elaine, Charlie arrived just then and gave chase after leaving the luggage by the entrance.Stopping them, he asked, "Excuse me, officer—where's the gentleman who came with Madam Parker? May I see him?""And who are you?" The traffic police officer asked."I'm his son-in-law," Charlier replied. "I was thinking that while my wife talks to her mom, I can talk to my father-in-law, make peace, and take them both home.""Oh, that'd be great!"The traffic police officer exclaimed and quickly beckoned at a colleague, "Come over. Take this gentleman to Jacob Wilson!""Okay!" The other traffic police officer was also quite enthusiastic.Charlie entered the room where Jacob was first, immediately seeing a disfigured Jacob taking deep puffs of his cigarette.Another traffic police officer w
Charlie frowned in thought for a while, before saying, "Well, there is a plan, but I can't vouch for the chances. I also need you to cooperate with me and not let anything slip, or everything will go to waste. Can you do that?""I can!" Claire nodded, determined, before quickly asking, "So? What's the plan?""Well, it's not specific," Charlie replied. "We just have to improvise as we go along. Let's just head in for now!"-They left the airport and took a cab to the traffic police's headquarters. Just as she entered, they saw their Cullinan parked outside.Charlie sent Claire in first while he carried her luggage before following.Meanwhile, Elaine was wailing in her room, "I've been married to him for years! Suffering so much pain and humiliation, only for him to hook up with an old flame behind my back! Is it wrong if I struck out?"The traffic police officer was on the verge of a breakdown, but he still said patiently, "Ma'am, I've told you many times—what he did was wrong
Claire wasn't all that experienced in love and hence didn't know how a person caught in a love triangle would think or why they would experience such terrible mood swings.Still, Charlie's explanation gave her a general idea, and she sighed, "Actually, Dad looked really bad when Matilda came back. He was so obsessed with her that he didn't care if Mom was alive—even bringing her home for dinner. I'd be seething if I was Mom."Charlie sighed in exasperation. "Well, let's not loiter about. Let's go to the traffic police station.""Yeah!" Claire nodded, before holding his arm, "If they're there, that means they're safe, and they won't be fighting with those officers around. So, let's not head over so quickly."Charlie raised a brow. "What are you getting at?"Claire sighed, clearly troubled. "We have to think—how are we going to alleviate this crisis? If it's really as you say and Mom has mostly guessed it right, this fight might just be the start. At best, that fight on the highway
The traffic police officer smiled in exasperation. "Is there no getting through to you? You could even afford to drive a nice car, and you'd most likely survive an accident. But what if you were left bedridden for a long time? Yell at each other in the same hospital room?"Elaine waved him off. "I don't care—all I know is that I will always get my revenge, and on the spot if possible. If there were superheroes, I would be Wonder Woman!""Urgh…" The traffic police officer was utterly speechless. "How about this? We will call your daughter and have her come over to bail you. She will mediate your fight!"With those words, he returned Elaine's phone to her, and it happened to ring just then.It was a call from Claire.Seeing that the contact name said [Daughter], the traffic police officer quickly said, "Go on, answer it!"Elaine took it and answered the call, and Claire asked urgently before she could say a word, "Mom? Where are you? Where's Dad? Are you both alright?"Elaine sulk
While Charlie was waiting for Claire at the airport, Jacob and Elaine were taken to the traffic police station.But even in the patrol car, Elaine did not stop lashing out at Jacob.As such, the traffic police had no choice but to call up another patrol car to bring them over separately.Charlie was hence left wondering what those two were up to this time as they were nowhere to be seen when Claire's flight was about to land and weren't answering his texts.Fortunately, Charlie never considered them reliable, so he was fine whether they showed up or not.If they did, they could all head home in the same car.If they didn't, he just had to take a cab home with Claire.It was past three when Claire's private jet landed, and Claire herself cleared the checkpoint in just half an hour, wheeling a trolley with her luggage.Seeing Charlie from afar, she couldn't help quickening her pace as she beamed.Charlie hurried toward her as well, and Claire shoved her trolley aside when they w
However, to Jacob's shock, Elaine wasn't misled at all as she growled icily, "Why would I ask anyone else?! If there's someone I must question, it's Matilda! She's getting married, isn't she? Good! I will be there and ask her why she hooked up with my husband!"Jacob turned pale right then.Matilda's son and even some of their old classmates would be attending her wedding.If Elaine went, he would be exposed, and he wouldn't be able to stay in Aurous Hill out of shame!His nerves gnawing at him, Jacob could only plead, "Please, just trust me this once! Anything else aside, she's getting married, anyway—there's no way that I'd have anything to do with her! That alone should prove my innocence!"Elaine snorted. "If Matilda returned when I was arrested, it means she has been back for a while! And you're saying nothing happened since? Hell, even if she's married, it doesn't prove that she wasn't up to some hanky-panky with you! Maybe while I was arrested and refused a divorce when you
The driver was left dumbstruck—this wasn't how it was supposed to go.Still, he blurted, "C-Crashing into a Cullinan? I might end up dead instead…""Fine! Then let's change cars, and you crash into ours—how about that?!" Elaine promptly retorted before continuing, "Or we could just stand right in front of your car while you run into us! I just happen to have a death wish, but if you don't kill me now, I'll kill you! Don't think about getting away either—I know your car plate! I'll sell this car and use the money to put a bounty on your head! I don't care what happens to me now! I'll claw my nails into the devil's face even if he shows up!"The driver was actually quite experienced, but even he had yet to meet someone as ridiculous as Elaine.Barely able to keep his hands steady, he threw them up as he apologized, "I'm so sorry, ma'am—I just lost my cool. I'm merely a humble driver of a Honda Civic while you own a Rolls. Hell, I spent fifty bucks buying that red emblem from Amazon,