Chapter 3:
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The man leaned in suddenly, his lips pressing firmly against her chest.
A jolt of sensation surged through her body!
“Mmm…” The indescribable pleasure caused her to arch backward, her voice unexpectedly soft and alluring.
In that moment, her rationality crumbled.
“Your body is even more sensitive than you are,” the man’s voice, laced with dark intent, whispered in her ear.
His entire body pressed closely against hers, his desire palpable and ready.
The surge of male energy made Annie’s breath quicken. She clung to him tightly, instinctively responding.
“You're quite passionate…”
The effects of the drug drove her movements, urging her closer, craving more.
She clumsily touched his firm chest, feeling a soft layer of hair—a man like a wild beast.
“It seems you can’t wait,” Hwang-Po Will murmured, pressing a kiss to her fingers.
He guided her legs apart, lowering the zipper, positioning himself, and entering her.
The intense sensation was almost unbearable for Annie, her small frame struggling to accommodate him.
At the moment of union, the man tilted his head back, savoring the experience with a closed-eyed, blissful expression, “Genial!”
His open shirt revealed a chest with light golden hair, and his face, marked by a wild European allure, was complemented by his captivating deep purple eyes.
Just as he was immersed in the pleasure, his phone rang, interrupting the moment—it was Dongfang Nan calling!
“Dongfang, don’t disturb me while I’m dining.”
“You lost the bet on C and D at the banquet.”
“Miss Don is here? It doesn’t matter. No one can stop me from savoring my prey…”
With a decisive click, he ended the call. Outside, there were indeed knocks and Cristina’s shouts, but the bodyguards stationed at the door kept them at bay!
Ignoring the commotion outside, Hwang-Po Will continued his rhythmic movements inside Annie, her tightness driving him wild, each thrust fiercer and more powerful.
Annie felt like a fragile boat on a stormy sea, at risk of being shattered by his relentless force…
In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere grew increasingly heated.
The man’s movements were relentless, and Cristina’s cries from outside grew more desperate.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Hwang-Po Will, overcome with excitement, bit down on her smooth, white shoulder, both of them reaching a euphoric release!
Meanwhile, under the influence of the drug, Annie was drifting towards unconsciousness. She closed her eyes, murmuring a name that could barely be heard, “Brother…”
Outside the room—
Cristina sat dejectedly by the door, hugging her knees, her eyes red and tearful like a rabbit's.
The sound of the door handle turning startled her. As the door creaked open, she hurriedly stood up and looked at him, “Will…”
Hwang-Po Will calmly fastened the last gold button of his shirt. Though the lingering scent of passion clung to him, his voice was composed, “Miss Yi, I apologize for making you wait. I was occupied with something.”
“You… were just…” Cristina’s lashes were adorned with tiny tears, and she bit her rosy lip, glancing at him with a mixture of frustration and helplessness, resembling a distressed young wife.
“Oh, your little maid wasn’t feeling well, so I assisted her.”
“…Assisted her with what?”
“What do you think I assisted her with?”His eyes, glowing with a captivating purple hue, narrowed playfully, leaving an almost electric allure that made it hard to look away.
“You think what I did was just ‘assistance’?” His eyes glinted with a mischievous, electrifying sparkle, hinting at secrets veiled in darkness.
Both righteous and wicked, his aura was mysteriously captivating.
No woman could resist such a man—aware of his flaws and dangers, yet irresistibly drawn to him, ultimately leading to her own downfall.
Annie was drugged, and Cristina’s timely knocking on the door made Hwang-Po Will suspect something amiss. However, he had no interest in the schemes of these women.
After all, he had gotten what he wanted. Although the young maid’s unconscious state left him somewhat unsatisfied, he had no habit of forcing himself on a lifeless body.
Hwang-Po Will was a hedonist, but he maintained impeccable mAnnieers in public, always a perfect gentleman. He was aware of Cristina’s interest in him, but such infatuation was nothing new. He would only bother with women who intrigued him.
Cristina was a bit different; he would treat her accordingly…
“Miss Yi, do you need any assistance? I’d be honored to help.”
His lips curved into a smile, embodying the epitome of gentlemanly charm as if nothing untoward had occurred.
“Will, how could you… how could you…” Cristina sobbed, growing increasingly aggrieved.
Finally, tears streaming down her face, she rushed over and hugged him, crying bitterly.
Hwang-Po Will understood her distress. With a gentlemanly smile, he allowed her to cry against his chest without offering explanations or comfort.
After a while, Cristina covered her face and fled the scene.
The bodyguards remained impassive to this melodrama. Once it was over, they handed Hwang-Po Will his coat, “Young Master…”
Hwang-Po Will, with an air of grace, brushed back his brown hair, revealing his handsome face, and donned the coat.
Standing tall and majestic, he exuded an air of aristocratic elegance.
“Sweetheart, we will meet again soon!” He smiled, casting one last glance at the room before departing with his entourage of bodyguards.
As he exited the grand estate of the Don family, rain began to fall, making the front yard wet.
Outside the ornate iron gates, several black cars awaited their master, led by the ultra-luxurious Aston Martin, famously known as the ‘Gentleman of Violence.’
The waiting staff quickly laid out a carpet for him as he approached.
“Master, the ground is wet,” the ever-reliable butler said, holding an umbrella for him.
Hwang-Po Will said nothing, stepping onto the carpet and walking towards the car, flanked by his bodyguards in a grand procession.
The party had ended, and there were almost no guests left.
The aura of mystery and nobility surrounding Hwang-Po Will left the Don family’s staff in awe, unsure of who this esteemed guest was.
After the party, Chairman Don was furious over Annie’s unexplained disappearance and left in a huff.
In the opulent hall, the eldest Don’s son, Charles Don, sat on the sofa with his arms crossed.
He cast a reproachful glance at Cristina, his voice tinged with blame, “Did you really send her to serve drinks to guests tonight? You knew she was supposed to be on stage. Why would you let her do that?”
Cristina, appearing innocent and naïve, replied, “Brother, the party was so grand tonight, and we didn’t have enough staff. Besides, she’s usually quite diligent…”
“Shanshan!”
For the first time, Charles Don’s expression turned cold toward his cherished younger sister.
She pouted, turning her back and mumbling with a sulky expression, “Alright, I’ll go apologize to her. Isn’t that enough?!”
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