After a night, he savored her taste: "Woman, you taste good. One million per month, I'm buying you!"

She raised her eyebrows with a charming smile: "If you want me, pay a thirty percent deposit first, no credit!"

During the day he was a stern and serious CEO, but by night he transformed into a wolf, devouring her without mercy.

When the contract expired and she turned away, he chased after her, only to find a little brat by her side...

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Emma Smith was taken by force.

**The strange pain and the soreness at her waist made her realize this fact.

She felt as if she was lying in an incredibly comfortable room, her body sprawled out, covered messily with a soft, velvety blanket.

The lights were off, and the room was pitch black. The curtains were drawn to block the hazy morning light outside.

The air conditioning blew a gentle breeze, dispersing the lingering, confusing scent in the room.

She stared blankly at the intricate ceiling engravings, her eyes empty, the corner of her bitten lips like a scattered rose petal after a torrential downpour, full of softness and pity.

Her head ached, and her mouth tasted of bitter alcohol, while the smell of a man's lingering tobacco clung to her body.

And... the seductive scent that men and women give off during extreme excitement.

In fact, before she entered the private room last night, she had already heard rumors about this troublesome client. She wouldn't have come to do this business if it wasn't for Tommy's huge surgery bill.

She never expected the man in the suit to target her during a business deal, and then...

She struggled to sit up, her body feeling as if it had been run over by a heavy truck. She faintly heard the sound of water in the bathroom stopping, followed by the sound of the door being opened.

Her breath caught for a moment—was he still here?

A mist of tears welled up in her eyes, only for her to swallow them back down. The tips of her clenched fingers were turning white. She sat up and searched for her clothes and pants.

Nothing could restore her innocence now, no matter how much she regretted or hurt.

She couldn't stay here a second longer, she had to leave!

At that moment, the door suddenly opened, the room's light came on, and the man's steady footsteps sounded. She instinctively closed her eyes, her hand still holding onto her torn undergarments.

She didn't know how to face all this, the pain and fear almost overwhelming her!

Though her eyes were closed, she could feel the man's gaze, burning like fire, constantly roaming over her exposed body.

Fury and shame intertwined. As she turned to grab the crystal ashtray from the nightstand and throw it, a pleasant male voice rang out above her: "You're awake?"

She paused, this wasn't the lecherous client! This man's voice was cool but with a hint of elegant grace, like a deep melody from a cello.

And that voice, she seemed to have heard it somewhere before, an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

She looked up in confusion, and a strikingly handsome face entered her vision!

When she saw the man, her eyes widened in surprise!