The scandal's female lead was making headlines, but the male lead was tucked away in a corner, busy with his own affairs. He was in a French-style villa on the outskirts of WestMoon City. Only a few other similarly secluded villas dotted the surroundings, giving the area a desolate feel. However, this seclusion was precisely what individuals who preferred to stay out of the limelight sought.
The environment was elegant and serene, the high walls obscuring the splendor within. However, a figure could be seen moving on one corner of the villa's wall. "Maxwell, are you sure John Bush will come tonight?" Ethan Wraith whispered to Maxwell, who was lying beside him.
"Most likely. We've been following him for a while now. We've basically figured out his routine. Every Friday, after his meeting, he comes here. He doesn't dare to come at any other time," Maxwell replied without turning his head, his eyes glued to the beautiful woman inside through the infrared binoculars.
"Wow, that woman is taking off her clothes," Maxwell remarked, clicking his tongue in appreciation. "Hmm, she's got a great figure. That old man sure knows how to enjoy himself— Oh, she's going to take a bath. Hehe, she must be preparing for her old lover's arrival— Damn it, she turned her back. I can't see anymore."
Ethan contemplated knocking Maxwell unconscious; he was more of a hindrance than a help. He had heard of people watching silent porn but never of someone listening to the audio version without visuals. It was like listening to the World Cup on the radio—pure torture.
Maxwell kept talking non-stop, much to Ethan's dismay. Only one pair of binoculars was available, and although Ethan had exceptional eyesight, the distance to the room was too great to see anything clearly.
To bring down John Bush, they had to gather all the evidence of his involvement in organized crime, and they had to do it discreetly. If they were to alert him, his retaliation would be terrifying. They might not bring him down but instead end up injured or worse.
Ethan hadn't gone to work that day. Maxwell had come to pick him up, saying they were starting their operation. Initially, Ethan wanted to work alone, as he didn't want to expose himself too much. However, he had no reason to refuse Maxwell. After Gorage Hartwell and Chief reached an agreement, Maxwell naturally became part of Gorage's team. Moreover, ever since their discussion about beautiful women over tea after the police station incident, their relationship had been amicable. Maxwell would often bring some of his colleagues to the bar where Ethan worked, helping him resolve several violent incidents.
With the police captain's presence, Roaring Bar was the most peaceful bar in the area, and its popularity soared. Although Ethan could handle those incidents himself, having a police friend to back him up felt quite good.
The admiring glances from his colleagues were enough to make Ethan feel giddy for days. James, in particular, held Ethan in high esteem, convinced that he was no ordinary person but some high-ranking official's son experiencing life at the grassroots level. Why else would the police captain be protecting him? The only thing that puzzled him was why Ethan was bartending instead of experiencing life in the countryside, as most "princelings" did.
"Maxwell, could you let your little brother feast his eyes too?" Ethan asked with a flattering smile.
"Of course, we are brothers. What's that saying? Brothers should share their fortune and misfortune. Now that we have a woman, we should watch together. Here, take it." Maxwell handed over the binoculars with an air of brotherly affection.
Ethan excitedly took the binoculars, but after looking for a while, he still couldn't find the target. He asked anxiously, "Maxwell, where is she? Why can't I see anything? There's nothing inside the room."
"Haha, didn't I tell you? She went to take a bath," Maxwell chuckled smugly, trying to keep his voice down so as not to be heard. He sounded like a drake holding back its quack.
"Haha, I see her. She came out to get her clothes. She has such a hot figure. Gorgeous. That old geezer is so lucky." As he watched, Ethan compared the woman's figure to Sophia Mercer's. "Sophia needs to keep working on it," he thought to himself.
"Damn it, keep your voice down. Even though we're far away, that woman might hear us. If there are bodyguards… Look out, the old man is here." Maxwell patted Ethan on the shoulder.
Ethan raised the binoculars and looked toward the gate. A black Audi was driving towards them. A glance at the license plate confirmed it was John Bush's second car.
"Beep, beep," the car honked twice, and a young woman in a bathrobe and towel wrapped around her head came out to open the gate.
"Why are you so late today?" the woman asked flirtatiously.
John Bush got out of the car and slipped his hand into the woman's bathrobe, groping her for a while before replying, "The meeting went a little long. Robert Nash brought up focusing on cracking down on real estate speculators and entertainment venues in the city. Chief actually agreed… Forget it, let's not talk about it. It just makes me angry. Honey, were you taking a bath waiting for me to come back? Let's go inside." John Bush led the voluptuous woman into the house, his hands all over her as she gasped.
As soon as they entered the house, John Bush impatiently ripped off the bath towel wrapped around the woman, burying his head between her ample breasts and kissing her. He undressed as he kissed, quickly becoming naked himself.
"Not now, I need to take a shower. You should too," the woman said, pushing John Bush away.
"We can shower together afterwards," John Bush said, pouncing on her again.
"No, we need to shower first," the woman insisted, pushing him away again and walking towards the bathroom.
"Such a buzzkill," John Bush complained, resting his head on the sofa as he watched the woman's alluring back.
"Silly, we have all night," the woman retorted, turning back to give John Bush a flirtatious smile.
"Hehe, I've been holding back for days. Tonight I'll give it all to you. I can't muster up any desire facing my old hag of a wife," John Bush said with a lascivious grin directed towards the bathroom.
"I don't care. If you don't divorce your old hag, you're not allowed to touch me again," the woman's coquettish voice came from the bathroom.
John Bush's head throbbed at those words. If he could divorce her, he would have done it long ago. The reason he had achieved his current status was because his wife's father had a say in the provincial government. He liked beautiful women, but he was even more reluctant to part with his power. Without power, who would even glance at him?
Women could be replaced, but power was irreplaceable.
The woman emerged from the bathroom and saw John Bush staring at her, dazed. She twirled around, examining herself. "What's wrong? Is something amiss?"
"Ashley, you are getting more beautiful every day," John Bush said, chuckling as he embraced her voluptuous body.
"You lecher, go take your shower," the woman replied, pulling her towel down a bit further to reveal more of her alluring cleavage, pleased by her lover's compliment.
"Alright, wait for me," John Bush said, planting a few kisses on her exposed chest before rushing into the bathroom.
As the couple became entangled, John Bush, with his large belly, lay on top of the woman's naked body, thrusting away. The sounds of their lovemaking and the slapping of their bodies grew increasingly intense. Ethan put away his DV camera and jumped out of the window, landing silently.
Outside, Maxwell was waiting, looking at him with surprise. "Brother, nice moves. I thought I was pretty good, but seeing you jump from the second floor just now, I'm nowhere near your level."
"Hehe, I'm just good at jumping— my coach wanted to get me into the national high jump team. But I'm not good at fighting. I'll leave that to you, Maxwell." Ethan felt a pang of guilt, blaming himself for being careless. He hoped Maxwell wouldn't notice anything, otherwise, he might have to kill him… Damn it, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I guess so. I was the fighting champion in the police academy. I was undefeated throughout the entire police system, of course, I'm only referring to the students. How was it? Was the show exciting? Come on, let me have a look." Maxwell grinned and extended his hand.
Ethan took out the DV camera from his pocket and handed it over.
Maxwell cued up the video Ethan had just shot and pressed play. It began replaying the scene of John Bush and the young woman's lovemaking, not missing a single detail from foreplay to penetration. Maxwell was surprised by the vulgar language the seemingly gentle and refined mayor used in bed. "Haha, well shot. Ethan, you're a first-rate adult film director. Tsk, tsk, this is so exciting. Isn't watching the real thing so much better?"
Ethan nodded. "It was so exciting, I almost had a premature ejaculation."
Maxwell threw his arm around Ethan's shoulders, laughing. "Well, we've completed our task for today. Let's go and release some of that pent-up energy."