His Unveiled Passion

James sat in the backseat of the car, while Liam Jones, his assistant, glanced at the rearview mirror. "Mr. Fullerton, are we heading to Ms. Gates' villa tonight?" he asked.

Yvette was originally from Orkford and came from a well-off family. She had

become a tour guide out of passion and hadn't returned to her home country for two years since becoming James' lover.

Yvette also happened to be James' most cherished lover when he was in Arcton, and she had accompanied him back to Orkford this time.

James lit a cigarette and lifted his gaze slightly. "No, I want that girl. You know, the one who looks really pure. What was her name again?"

James was a player. Yet, he was undeniably handsome and had eyes that could make women feel as though they were his one and only. He had plenty of lovers back in Arcton, many of whom had eagerly thrown themselves at him even though he had just returned to Orkford.

It didn't help that James was never one to turn away a beautiful face.

He lived his life on the edge, engaging in numerous risky trades where one misstep could mean never seeing the light of day again. His philosophy was hedonistic. He indulged in pleasures and lived for the moment.

He craved intense entertainment and loved to relieve stress by indulging himself in bed.

relieve himself. He could sleep with countless of them

of emotions and a heart. Love was meaningless to

thought it over before asking

the white smog curling around him. "I don't think that's what she's called. It was that chick Cayden brought over the night we arrived in Rivertown. She was a tiny thing with long black hair and big eyes.

immediately knew who

in Rivertown that night. He'd even selected a few virgins with fantastic looks and figures

them to the hotel after a long night

liking to her. Although he didn't sleep with her that night, he'd generously given her 200 thousand dollars in cash,

there were selling

with that 200 thousand dollars. James even

knew James very well. James had

arsenal. Some were lucky enough to stay by his side, like Yvette, who had been with James

something and said tentatively, "Mr. Fullerton, Ms. Gates called an hour ago saying she'd prepared

her that you'd