It was night, and the lights were brightly lit.

Ava Smith was speeding down a mountain road on her motorcycle when her phone suddenly rang. She stopped and answered it.

"The usual place, come find me." The man's voice on the other end was deep and rich, but his tone was extremely cold.

However, Ava was used to it, and she was very clear about their relationship.

He desired her body, and she wanted his money.

"Okay." After hanging up the phone, she saw that it was already past six.

She revved the throttle and rode her precious motorcycle, speeding through several sections of the mountain road, and finally arrived in front of a villa nestled by the mountains and a river.

She expertly took off her helmet and gloves, then walked with a brisk and confident stride into the living room of the villa.

As soon as she entered, she saw the man elegantly leaning on the sofa, sipping coffee leisurely.

In the light, his face was dazzlingly handsome, sometimes almost unreal in its beauty.

Ava didn't speak, picked up the lingerie that the man had prepared for her on the sofa, and turned into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water dripping came from the shower.

When she came out, Ava had already changed out of her commuting clothes and into a sexy, form-fitting red dress. Her long hair flowed freely, and she instantly transformed from her earlier carefree demeanor into an enchanting beauty.

She walked up to the man, lifted her thigh, and straddled him, revealing a glimpse of her fair thigh under the red dress.

She took the initiative and kissed the man's Adam's apple.

The man, like a long-dormant volcano, suddenly erupted. He took off his glasses, grabbed her neck, and kissed her passionately and forcefully.

His solid chest made her seem even more delicate.

His hands seemed to have some magical power, making Ava unable to resist.

She gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting him explore and delve deeper, seeking the pleasure within her soul.

Perhaps tired of the current position, the man grabbed Ava's slender waist. Ava smiled knowingly and turned around.

He, like a victorious conqueror, held her waist firmly and thrust forcefully.

The man's name was Ethan Davis.

One night, by chance, he saved Ava from a few hooligans who were harassing her.

Ethan, who had never been interested in women, was immediately attracted to Ava.

She had a masculine charm and straightforwardness, yet her eyes were as gentle and beautiful as spring water. These two qualities combined perfectly.

The fragrance she wore was pure and fresh, like the tender leaves sprouting in spring, making Ethan enchanted. He was inexplicably drawn to her, and they naturally ended up in a hotel, beginning this inexplicable relationship.

What he didn't know was that their encounter was carefully planned by Ava.

Her family had gone bankrupt, and her father was seriously ill, all due to her ex-fiancé Tyrone Love's actions. She urgently needed a large sum of money to help her family out of their predicament.

Ethan, the prince of an ancient and powerful family rooted in the capital, Krynden, for hundreds of years, had both the power and wealth to turn the world upside down. As the only heir of the Davis family, he could easily manipulate the elite circles of Krynden.

Ava knew that only this man could help her take revenge on Tyrone and reclaim everything that belonged to the Smith family.

She knew Ethan was not interested in women, but as a natural perfumer, she had created a secret weapon which was a perfume potent enough to seduce a man.

She hadn't expected that a single encounter would succeed, making Ethan crave her body.

Ethan was very generous, giving her a substantial amount of money each time.

She enjoyed the physical and mental pleasure Ethan could bring her.

For the past half a year, they engaged in increasingly deep interactions.

They were wild and thrilling, without exception, every time indulging their bodies and minds.

As usual, they left traces of themselves in every corner of the villa where they could reach.

Desire lingered in the air, finally being released only when they moved from the living room to the bedroom.

Ava checked her phone and realized that it was already eleven o'clock. Unknowingly, they had been at it for almost two hours.

She glanced at the time and then put down her phone.

She thought, ‘This man seems to have endless energy, making me feel as if my body is about to fall apart.’

Ethan changed into a new suit, took a shower, and once again donned his aloof and ascetic demeanor. He leaned against the windowsill, looking down at Ava from above.

His gaze was complicated as he threw a check from his pocket, which he had prepared in advance.

Ava naturally took it and carefully counted the number. It was two million dollars.

Just as Ava was wondering if he had accidentally added an extra zero, Etha spoke in a deep, cold voice. "Our relationship ends here. We don't need to see each other again."

Ava was slightly stunned. "Why?"