He pursed his lips without a word, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, the creases barely visible.
He had come here today to meet up with a few friends, not expecting to run into his former secretary, whom he had already fired today--also his previous bed partner, Sthefany.
This woman was really something. He had made it clear to her long ago that their relationship was purely transactional, and he had never treated her poorly during the month she had been with him, showering her with luxury cars, jewelry, and more.
However, after he requested to break up, this once obedient woman clung to him relentlessly.
Today, as he and his friends were out having fun, he spotted her from a distance following them. Not wanting to continue the entanglement with her, he had slipped out the back door, only to be found by her all the same.
Apparently unaware of Robert Thomson's displeasure, the beauty's red-sharp-nailed fingers gripped his arm tightly, "Robert, I don't want to leave you. I don't love you for your money, I only love you!"
Emma Smith's mouth twitched, not wanting to get involved in their emotional entanglement and turned to leave.
Moreover, her body's desire was getting increasingly intense.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she might do something unpredictable!
Yet, Robert grabbed her wrist, and the moment she breathed in the manly scent from his body, her entire being softened.
Sthefany, seeing the intimate gesture between Emma and Robert, showed a flash of hatred on her tear-stained face, "It's you! You, a cheap woman, who seduced Robert!"
Already upset by the man's earlier manipulation and not the type to endure insults silently, Emma laughed coldly, "Yes, I love his money! Not only do I love his money, I'm his lover already. What can you do about it!?"
"You're shameless! You got between me and Robert. You're the third wheel!" Sthefany's face was instantly filled with rage.
"I got between? I'm the third wheel?" Emma found the notion laughable, "Get this straight! I was already with him five years ago! By the order of things, it's you who doesn't belong! What do you think you are?"
"You're Robert's lover?" Suddenly, a hoarse, middle-aged man's voice came from behind them. Emma turned around and, indeed, saw the sleazy customer from earlier!
A fifty-something-year-old man, with a big beer belly, balding head, and greasy face, who had just had a lustful expression in front of Emma, now appeared like a trembling rabbit in front of Robert Thomson.
Robert Thomson said nothing, standing there with an inscrutable expression, his slender fingers gently reached out and circled her slender waist.
Through the thin fabric, her snow-like skin emanated a scorching heat, seeping into his palm. As he touched her, her red lips slightly pouted, her eyes dispersed, and she unconsciously let out a little moan, as if inviting or resisting.
A whirlwind of passion began to rise up from her lower belly, sweeping through her mind and spreading to all her limbs. Her entire body seemed to be grilled, even her toes showing a translucent pink hue.
Unable to resist any longer, her eyes grew hazy!