Chapter 196

The driver parked the car, got out, and opened the rear door.

Victor stepped out gracefully, his long legs unfolding with effortless elegance.

He was dressed to the nines today-dark pinstriped trousers, a pale gray dress shirt with perfectly pressed cuffs, and a meticulously knotted tie that gave him an air of precision and gravitas. He looked every bit like someone fresh from an important meeting.

Kemp straightened the white shirt he wore, pulled out the key he'd prepared in advance, and unlocked the door to the villa.

From inside, the unmistakable sounds of a woman's moans and a man's breathless shouts drifted out, intermittent but unmistakable.

"Oh God... yes..."

"Elise, you're mine!"

"You're mine, and no one will ever take you from me!"

Upstairs, in the master bedroom.

flushed pink, her whole body caught up in the throes

glinted with a cold,

speechless. Who could have guessed these two would

wiped the cold sweat from his brow and

a single armchair in the living room, crossing his legs. Even in this simple pose, the tailored black pants accentuated the sharp lines of his legs, and his mere presence radiated aristocratic

in

Suddenly a thunderous crash!

kicked open

top of Elise, whipped his head around. The sight nearly sent him into cardiac arrest; he tumbled off the bed and cowered beneath it, face white as a sheet.

dazed, was jolted back to earth by the commotion. Panicked, she sat up and grabbed the nearest blanket to cover

Mr. Fitzgerald saw this, he'd feel contaminated just by witnessing

have two minutes to get dressed and get out here. If not, I'll drag you both

heavy silence in his wake. The

pull on their clothes as quickly as possible-scared out of their wits by the muscle-bound

him? Who is he? Why is

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