Justin Xavier’s fingers paused, "What?"
The personal secretary chuckled, "President, you look like you’re about to go on a date with a girl you like."
Justin imdiately pressed his thin lips together, realizing his inappropriate behavior. He was actually standing in front of the mirror preening, sothing he’d never done before.
Justin found it amusing; for so many years, his character had been calm and composed. Why did he now seem like an excited young man?
Could it be that a ssage from Leah Thorne had such a powerful effect?
She had never invited him to her room before; this was the first ti.
The taste of the wine she fed him still lingered in his mouth, and he slowly curved his lips into a smile.
Justin went out to find Leah Thorne.
Standing at Leah’s door, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong.
No one answered inside.
What’s going on?
Is she not in?
Justin pressed the doorbell again, but still, no one answered.
Where did she go?
Justin pushed the door open.
The door wasn’t locked, and it easily swung open. Justin walked in, finding the room empty, with no sign of Leah.
She’s not here.
She’s really not here.
Justin stood tall and handso in the room, with one hand in his pocket, almost bursting into laughter from anger. She invited him over, he ca, and she’s not here? What does this an? Standing him up, ssing with him?
Justin took out his phone and dialed his personal secretary, "I need to know where Leah Thorne is now, imdiately!"
Soon, the secretary replied, "President, I just checked, Miss Thorne is... in President Stone’s room."
"What did you say?" Justin’s handso face turned cold, his brows covered in a layer of frosty chill.
She actually went to that old pervert’s room???
Without a change in expression, Justin hung up the phone, and he let out a low, chilling laugh from his throat.
Ha.
...
Leah had already arrived at President Stone’s room. He hadn’t expected Leah to actually co. Earlier in the luxury suite, he had sensed there was sothing between Justin and Leah. He wouldn’t dare touch Justin’s woman, but Leah was just so damn beautiful, a seductive enchantress. President Stone couldn’t help but feel his heart itch.
"Beauty Thorne, you really ca?" President Stone, reeking of alcohol, attempted to pounce on her.
Leah swiftly stepped aside, letting President Stone grasp at thin air, "President Stone, don’t be hasty. Let’s talk first."
"Talk about what?"
Leah looked at President Stone, "Let’s talk about the ti when my mom and Hugh Xavier had their so-called scandal. In truth, it was Hugh’s wishful thinking and a conspiracy. Hugh drugged my mom, didn’t he?"
President Stone already knew about Leah’s background, and this was the most valuable information he held. Of course, he wouldn’t easily divulge it to Leah.
Now, seeing her face-to-face, combined with the effect of the alcohol, President Stone was srized by Leah’s rose-like face. He could faintly sll her fragrance, like flowers, exceptionally pleasant.
"Leah, I could tell you everything I know, but what’s in it for ?" President Stone looked at Leah, lecherously.
Leah raised an eyebrow, "President Stone, what do you want?"
"Spend a night with ," President Stone stated bluntly.
Leah was not new to such "spend the night" requests, so she showed no emotional turmoil. She simply and calmly curved her red lips, "President Stone, you should know about my relationship with Justin Xavier, right? If Justin finds out you slept with his woman, then you’re... dood."
Leah elongated the words "you’re dood," without sounding threatening, but it was enough to be threatening.
"Beauty Thorne, as long as you don’t tell, and I don’t tell, how would Justin Xavier ever find out?"
Leah nodded, "Alright, I agree."
She agreed so readily that President Stone got excited and rubbed his hands together, "Beauty Thorne, what are we waiting for? Let’s begin."
"Hold on, President Stone. How do I know you won’t just leave after we sleep together? You need to give so valuable information first so we can have a pleasant cooperation."
Faced with such beauty, President Stone hesitated for just a mont before taking out a pen and writing down a phone number, "Beauty Thorne, take this."
"What is this number?"
"Beauty Thorne, this is all I can give you. Just take it with confidence," President Stone refused to reveal more.
Leah felt that this phone number was exceedingly important, so she carefully put it away.
"Beauty Thorne, let’s begin," President Stone tried to pounce again.
"Wait a minute, President Stone."
Being rejected yet again, President Stone’s face turned cold, clearly losing patience, "Leah, what do you an by this?"
"President Stone, don’t be mad. I an, you don’t have to take off my clothes; I’ll do it myself." Saying this, Leah slowly lifted her fair fingers and removed her coat.
President Stone’s breath caught. He stared dizzily at Leah at that mont; with the coat removed, she wore a slip dress with thin straps, the silk fabric perfectly outlining her voluptuous S-shaped curves.
Leah Thorne’s cheongsam promotional photos for "Floating Lives" had already been released, and now she was the hot topic of discussion among n at drinking parties, her figure a wonder to behold. If it weren’t for the strong backing of Justin Xavier, she would have already been preyed upon by those powerful n.
Beautiful.
So beautiful.
"President Stone, I’ll take a shower first and co out fragrant. Wait for , okay?" While President Stone was entranced, Leah turned and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"Beauty Thorne, why shower now? Let’s shower later, or better yet, together." Denied entry, President Stone was restless and impatient.
Inside, Leah did not respond.
President Stone could only wait, feeling as though he was being consud by a burning fire, each minute of waiting almost unbearable. Quickly, he picked up the coat from the carpet and deeply inhaled its scent. Wow, so fragrant.
It was Leah’s faint cold aroma.
President Stone couldn’t take it any longer; he removed his trousers...
Soon, with a "click," the room door opened, and Justin Xavier walked in.
Justin entered the room, spotting President Stone at once, without his trousers, holding Leah’s white coat, performing an extrely lewd act.
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