With a loud explosion behind Windsor, a considerable impact flame rose into the air. It rushed straight to the two tussling people.
In a hurry, Windsor rolled over to avoid the waves. Her invisible cloak was incomplete, and a large part of her fair skin was exposed to the air. The scorching heatwave made blisters appear one after another.
It was said that the invisible cloak was fireproof and bulletproof. Actually, it couldn't resist the grenade.
Windsor thought that she had to extort money from the "King" when she went back.
Then she looked at Millie, who was standing far away. Millie took off her dress and leather shoes, tore open a condom, took out the invisible cloak, and put it on herself quickly.
Why did she have it?!
When Windsor was about to stand up, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and then she felt dizzy. Millie waved at her proudly, turned around, and jumped out of the villa.
She rubbed her chest and thought that the explosion might have caused the mechanical heart disease.
After a short moment of silence, the people below burst out more rapid and fierce footsteps.
Windsor forced herself to stand up and walked back. The explosion's flames were almost half extinguished, and a large hole like a yacht appeared on the gorgeous roof.
If she remembered correctly, Mrs. Augustine lived on the top floor of the villa, her bedroom.
If she jumped down, she might get the clothes and medicine she wanted.
Taking a deep breath, Windsor endured the broken blisters on her feet and the pain. She strode towards the pit, put away her knees, and jumped into it without hesitation.
As she expected, Mrs. Augustine's bedroom was right below the pit.
But to her surprise, a half-naked handsome man was leaning on the bed and reading in the bedroom full of broken bricks and tiles.
It seemed that the explosion of danger could not disturb him, and the falling Windsor only made him raise his eyelids.
The man was Morton, who was basking in the sun in an open-air swimming pool this morning.
He didn't expect that his dear niece Millie would give his beloved girl to him. Looked at this tattered invisible cloak. It was too bad in quality. He must extort a large sum of money from the professor and compensate her with all the money.
In Windsor's opinion, this man was not a simple man. But if he appeared in Mrs. Augustine's room, perhaps he might be her new favorite.
Taking a deep breath, she arched her body and rushed up like a viper, ready to attack. She opened her hands and tightly grabbed the man's neck.
Morton's dark grey wolf eyes flashed with surprise. Then he slowly closed the book and put it on the bedside table. He asked, "Are you hurt?"
Staring into his eyes, Windsor tightened her grip. The man's handsome face turned purple, but he still looked calm. His muscles relaxed, and there was no sign of resistance at all.
"Perhaps he is just a lover who is sophisticated," Windsor thought.
"Don't move. If you don't want to die, do as I said."
Morton nodded and said, "Please forgive me. I'll give you whatever you want."
"Come up and lie on the quilt with me."
Morton stared at Windsor's eyes and moved out of the quilt obediently. Then he turned over and lay on the quilt.
Windsor kept pinching his neck and didn't relax at all.
This man had a good figure, strong muscles, transparent textures, and a big part. It seemed that Mrs. Augustine would be enjoyable.
Windsor rolled over and locked the man with her long legs. Her red lips pressed against his earlobe, and she chuckled. "Hold me."
Her waist was skinny and soft.
Morton hugged her with one hand and put the other on her back, only to find a layer of wet blisters.
With the other hand, Windsor grabbed a corner of the quilt and pulled it over. Then she held him in her arms and rolled to the bedside. The dirty quilt immediately covered her body.
The blood, the smell of burning, and the two people who had been naked to each other as soon as they met were all covered under the quilt.
The big hole above their heads was surrounded by a group of people. However, they didn't dare to look inside.
Wallis stretched out his head and saw the two under the quilt. He slowly raised the corner of his mouth and asked the people beside him, "Where is Mrs. Augustine?"
"Childe, Mrs. Augustine was entertaining guests in the front hall."
Wallis straightened up gracefully and was about to give the order for the others to jump for Millie. He suddenly looked down and saw a man's wrist exposed, with Bullet tattoos appearing and disappearing in the ups and downs of the quilt.
This was a senior member of the "Bullet" organization.
Wallis gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Retreat!"
Morton withdrew his wrist without leaving any trace, lifted the quilt on his head, moved up with her in his arms, and smiled, "Beautiful lady, I saved you. Can you let go of me now?"
Windsor patted his handsome face as a reward and said, "Good boy."
She lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed. The soft and thick carpet eased some of the pain on her feet.
With a clatter, she opened the closet, picked out a set of dark pink clothes, and threw it on the chair. Then she checked her body in front of the dressing mirror.
The man had taken off her invisible cloak when they were in a quilt, and her smooth back was now full of tiny bubbles.
"Mrs. Augustine will not come back in a period. Why don't you take a shower and apply for some medicine before you leave?"
With the scent of Windsor in Morton's arms, he put his hands behind his head lazily.
Taking out a few tissues to wipe the blood off her body, she stared at Morton in the mirror and asked, "How much is it for one night?"
Morton frowned and asked, "What did you say?"
She picked up the clothes next to her and put them on. Then she turned around and tied the belt, looking like a scum who wore trousers and didn't recognize others.
"Make a price and write down your phone number on the paper. I'll ask you to serve me some other day."
Morton couldn't help laughing. It was the first time in thirty years that he had heard someone talk to him like that.
"You do this a lot?"
Morton took out a pen, and a piece of paper from the bedside table wrote down his name and phone number, and handed the paper to Windsor.
Windsor smiled, her features bright as the sun.
She took it and glanced at it. Her face immediately turned cloudy. "Morton, are you the CEO of the Empire Group?"
His dark green eyes flashed with ruthlessness like the cold venom of a viper.
Morton lifted the quilt and stood up. He walked around in front of her and said, "Give me a chance, Miss Windsor. You can sleep with me every day."