Chapter 1: Offending Young Master Brown

In the Imperial City, at the Century Grand Hotel, the top floor's luxurious presidential suite was shrouded in darkness, with only the sound of heavy breathing filling the air.

Emma Jones gasped for breath as she tossed the heavy object in her hand onto the bed. She then switched on the bedside lamp, instantly transforming the pitch-black bedroom into a warm, orange glow.

She looked at the handsome man on the bed, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and complained, "Why is he so skinny but so heavy? Ouch, my hands are going to break."

She massaged her slightly sore arms, her eyes unconsciously scanning the man lying on the bed.

The man on the bed had exquisite features, a high, straight nose, and tempting thin lips. As his eyes were tightly shut, Emma couldn't see his beautiful yet icy gaze. This man was like a blooming poppy—beautiful yet dangerous.

She took a deep breath, sat on the edge of the bed, and quickly removed the man's shirt, revealing his toned, bronze chest.

Emma's face showed a mix of admiration and lament. "Wow, this man is wealthy, handsome, and has an amazing body. His girlfriend is really lucky. However, today, he'll fall into my hands. I wonder if his girlfriend will despise him and break up with him once she finds out."

Speaking these words, she felt a twinge of guilt in her heart. She clasped her hands together, sincerely and apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm also forced by circumstances. Despite your wealth, good looks, and your beautiful, rich girlfriend, many people still want to see you two break up. What I'm doing is indeed unfair, but I have no other choice. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."

She quietly repeated the apologies a few times before taking out her phone and removing her coat.

Underneath, she was wearing only a silk nightgown, revealing her fair skin, a pair of sexy collarbones resembling butterfly wings, and a graceful figure, just like a ripe peach.

Emma took a deep breath, mustered her courage, climbed onto the bed, nestled into the man's embrace, adjusted her posture, and quickly took a photo.

In the photo, she wore alluring makeup, nestled in the man's arms, with a smug and seductive smile on her face.

Such a picture would undoubtedly give rise to wild speculations. Of course, she was well aware that with just a slight nudge, there would be sensational news tomorrow.

Looking at the photo, Emma despised herself severely. If it weren't for her stepfather's huge debt and his intention to sell her, she wouldn't want to do such a despicable thing to earn this dirty money.

However, she consoled herself by thinking that this man was not a good person either; he had countless women outside. Taking this photo with him was, in a way, doing him a favor.

Emma refocused her thoughts and sent the photo with a press of a button.

The photo was quickly sent.

After sending it, Emma quickly stood up, put on her coat, preparing to make her escape. But just as she was about to slip away, her phone pinged with a message notification. She opened the message and saw that the recipient was dissatisfied with the photo and demanded a retake, insisting on something even more explosive.

Emma cursed inwardly but had no choice but to comply. She took off her coat again, determined to make the next photo even more convincing and tempting. She even tore the man's trousers to achieve a better effect.

Suddenly, the man seemed to feel uncomfortable and turned over. Emma was alarmed but couldn't afford to waste time. She quickly got on the bed, adjusted her posture, and took an even more explosive photo. Once she received a satisfied reply from the recipient, Emma finally breathed a sigh of relief.